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And, as Bellamy made no response, "First time I ever saw him absorbed by a letter," he remarked: "Best one I've had for six months," said Bellamy, looking up. "That young brother of mine's coming down by the three-ten." "Rolling down, you mean," said Caldegard. "Can't roll any longer covered with moss," retorted Bellamy. "Aunt Jenny died and didn't leave me a cent."
"Sir Randal Bellamy was telling us about you," she answered. "I am Miss Caldegard. My father and I are staying with Sir Randal. Yes, over the stile is your quickest way to the house." And she looked down the road. "Aren't you coming, too?" asked Dick Bellamy. Amaryllis looked at him for a moment. "Perhaps I'd better," she said, going towards the stile. "Why 'better'?" he asked.
"You and my daughter know now the importance of my two years' work, and you cannot fail to see the danger of a rumour that 'Professor Caldegard, we understand, has achieved an epoch-making discovery in the history of science.
"I remain, "My dear Miss Caldegard, "Yours very sincerely, "ALBAN MELCHARD." "H'm, in Paris, is he? No more in Paris than I am. Wrote this in case he should be suspected, but didn't count on having to cart the girl along. False addresses wouldn't help him. These two are straight goods. Clever move, if it hadn't been for the girl. Your alibi'll hang you, Alban Melchard. That fixes Millsborough."
The cigar had been a dead stump between his teeth for how long Dick did not know. Randal's voice broke his reverie. "I'm sick of knocking the balls about," he said. "Come and give me a game, you slacker." "Eleven!" exclaimed Dick. "Of course I'll play. Let's go and fetch Miss Caldegard and I'll play the two of you." "All right," said Randal. "Where is she?"
Tell 'em its properties, Caldegard in the vernacular." Between the first and second puffs at a fresh cigar, Caldegard grunted a sort of final protest. "You answer for him?" he asked, nodding to Dick. "Of course. And you for your daughter." "It is," began Caldegard, "the perfect opiate. As anodyne it gives more ease, and as anæsthetic leaves less after-effect to combat than any other.
"There was only one possible subject for experiment myself," replied Caldegard. Amaryllis sat upright in her chair, and drew in her breath sharply. But she did not speak. "Ghastly risk to take," said Dick. "Ghastly," assented Caldegard. "But it wasn't the first, nor the second time that I'd chanced it.
But I assure you, Miss Caldegard, that the hardest case I ever met couldn't walk through a town without collecting every dog in the place. That's why he never succeeded in his first profession." "What was he?" asked the girl. "Burglar," said Dick. "That's all very well," said his brother. "I know nothing about babies, but I've noticed that the man whom all dogs dislike is no good at all."
All exhaustion is nervous, Sir Gregory, and the man who can stand the biggest dose of it is the strongest man." "Oh, from that point of view yes of course," bleated the bearded politician. But George covered his final discomfiture. "I wish you'd tell me your name, sir," he said to Caldegard. Caldegard told him. "Thought so," exclaimed George, almost with enthusiasm.
Yet, when she paused in, rather than concluded her invective, he had already recovered his effrontery. "My dear Miss Caldegard," he said, "we were compelled last night, for your own good, to exhibit a mild opiate. Your health required it. It has impaired, I fear, your memory of the circumstances which have brought you under my care.
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