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The late Lord Brancaster was much addicted to presenting prizes at schools, and he invariably employed this dictum." "And how did he react to that?" "He laughed heartily, sir." "This surprised you, no doubt? This practically incessant merriment, I mean." "Yes, sir." "You thought it odd in one who, when you last saw him, was well up in Group A of the defeatists." "Yes, sir."
You surely recollect the sunken forest at Brancaster, and the beautiful shells we picked up in its gullies, and the millions of live Pholases boring into the clay and peat which once was firm dry land, fed over by giant oxen, and giant stags likewise, and perhaps by the mammoth himself, the great woolly elephant whose teeth the fishermen dredge up in the sea outside? You recollect that?
They bore him out of the village to a place just inside the trenched enclosure, and there were old stone walls, such as were none elsewhere in the place, but as it might have been part of Burgh or Brancaster walls that the Romans made on our shores, so ancient that they were crumbling to decay.
"I had the pleasure of meeting her at lunch at Lady Anselman's the other day. We have been playing golf together at Brancaster." Sir Meyville began to mumble to himself as he pushed them into the boat. "My fault," he muttered, "my fault. Captain Granet, I thought that my daughter knew my wishes. I am not at present in a position to receive guests or visitors of any description.
Francis had lost the harassed and nervous appearance upon which his club friends had commented, which had been noticeable, even, to a diminishing extent, upon the golf course at Brancaster. He was alert and eager. He had the air of a man upon the threshold of some enterprise dear to his heart. "I have been through a queer experience," Francis continued presently, as he sipped his second liqueur.
"The name of the village where Sir Meyville Worth lives is Market Burnham, which, as I think I told you, is within a few miles of Brancaster. Geoffrey, at my instigation, has arranged a harmless little golf party to go to Brancaster the day after to-morrow. You will accompany them. In the meantime, Miss Worth, Sir Meyville Worth's only daughter, is staying in London until Wednesday.
Sir Meyville took Granet's arm and led him down the avenue. "Captain Granet," he said gravely, "I am an indiscreet person and I have an indiscreet daughter. Bearing in mind your profession, I may speak to you as man to man. Keep what you have seen absolutely secret. Put a seal upon your memory. Go back to Brancaster and don't even look again in this direction.
"Sent back four topping briefs, to my knowledge, last week," one of the legal luminaries of the place announced to a little group of friends and fellow-members over a before-dinner cocktail. "Griggs offered him the defence of William Bull, the Chippenham murderer, and he refused it," another remarked. "Griggs wrote him personally, and the reply came from the Brancaster Golf Club!
"Gerald is spending a couple of days at the Dormy House at Brancaster a golf arrangement made some time back." "He promised to play with me to-morrow," Hamel remarked thoughtfully. "He said nothing about going away." "I fear that like most young men of his age he has little memory," Mr. Fentolin sighed. "However, he will be back to-morrow or the next day. I owe you my apologies, Mr.
"Did that come from reports?" Granet asked eagerly. "It did," Sir Alfred said. "Further than that, the main part of the instrument is being made under the supervision of Sir Meyville Worth, in a large workshop erected on his estate in a village near Brancaster in Norfolk." "I take it back," Granet remarked.
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