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"It is a student's appeal which I make to you, Mr. Hamel," he said, with a whimsical smile. "Here we are in my study, with the door closed, secure against interruption, a bright fire in the grate, a bowling and ever-increasing wind outside. Let us go together over the ground of your last wonderful expedition over the Andes.
Away to the left of this is the wooded clump of Bécourt, and, beyond it, One Tree Hill with its forlorn mound, like the burial place of a King. On the right flank is the Ancre Valley, with the English position round Hamel like an open book under the eye; on the left flank is the rather big, steep, green hill, topped by a few trees, before mentioned.
"I asked Lucy Price that," she replied. "When she came to my room, there were no signs of his leaving. She told me to come and tell you everything. Do you know where Mr. Dunster is?" Hamel shook his head. "Within a few yards of here," she went on. "He is in the boat-house, the place where Miles told you he kept a model of his invention.
At the far end of the room was an organ, and to the left a little balcony, built out as though for an orchestra. Hamel looked about him almost in wonderment. There was something curiously impressive in the size of the apartment and its emptiness. "A trespasser," Mr.
M. Bleriot an admirable judge in this respect singled out Mr. Hamel, while this young man was learning to fly in France, as an aviator of quite unusual promise; and his prediction was, of course, more than fulfilled. Devoting himself exclusively to the monoplane, Mr. Hamel became a pilot whose perfection of control, very wonderful to witness, was marked strongly by his own individuality.
One man-servant was busy preparing his bath in a room leading out of his sleeping apartment, while another brought him a choice of evening clothes and superintended his disrobing. Hamel, always observant, studied his surroundings with keen interest. He found himself in a queerly mixed atmosphere of luxurious modernity and stately antiquity.
And yet you three you, your mother, and your brother, who are nearest to him, who live in his house and under his protection, have the air of passing your days in mortal fear of him." "Mr. Hamel," she exclaimed nervously, "you don't believe that! He is always very kind." "Apparently," Hamel observed drily. "And yet you must remember that you, too, are afraid of him.
Yet, for a space of time which Hamel could never have measured, they both listened. When at last the woman rose to her feet, Hamel, finding words at last, was surprised to find that his throat was dry. "What is it, Mrs. Cox?" he asked. "Why were you listening there?" Her face was absolutely expressionless. She was busying herself now with a small saucepan, and her back was turned towards him.
They didn't ask her. And Dunster the man Dunster " "Where is Esther?" Hamel interrupted suddenly. "Locked up away from you, locked up because she rebelled!" "And Dunster?" She shook her head. Her eyes were filled with horror. "But he left the Hall I saw him!" She shook her head. "It wasn't Dunster. It was the man Miles makes use of Ryan, the librarian. He was once an actor."
Dunster's breathing was regular, and his eyes were closed, but his colour was ghastly. "He doesn't look like getting up for a good many days to come," Hamel observed. The doctor led the way towards the door. "The man has a fine constitution," he said. "I feel sure that if you wish you will be able to talk to him to-morrow." They separated outside in the passage. Mr.
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