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Updated: June 12, 2025
In any case they are more fortunate than poor devils like Codd and myself. But I am keeping you standing, won't you sit down somewhere and tell me your news? I have been almost counting the minutes for your arrival. I know you would not be here to-day unless you had something important to communicate to me. You have found Hayle?"
Do be serious!" "In New York some Frenchmen, seeing their flag insulted by Englishmen who took it down from the liberty-cap, went upstairs to the room of an English officer named Codd, seized his regimental coat and tore it to pieces." "I'm glad of it! It was a very proper action!" "But, madam, the man Codd was perfectly innocent!" "No matter! His coat was guilty.
It seems childish to think of them as scenes of my struggles, for when I come to look back I had no struggles at all. I was merely practising like a cricketer at the nets; there was nothing to struggle for except a verdict when it would not come without some effort. But dear old Codd was the man to struggle.
He usually stays at home and walks up and down a path in the garden, brooding, I am afraid, over his treatment by Mr. Hayle. It goes to my heart to see him." "And Mr. Codd?" "He, poor little man, spends most of his time reading such works on Archæology as he can obtain. It is his one great study, and I am thankful he has such a hobby to distract his mind from his own trouble."
My reference to Kitwater and Codd must have touched him on a raw spot, for he winced, and then tried to bluff it off. "I rather fancy Messrs. Kitwater and Codd will just have such kindly things to say concerning you in the future as they do about me now," he said, as he moved towards the door. "And now I will wish you good-bye.
"Who's going to spill blood?" asked the Jesuitical Bill; "but if he likes to run hisself on to the boat-hook " "Put it down," said the skipper sternly, and Bill sullenly obeyed. "We'll have to snooze on deck," said Codd. "And mind we don't snore," said the sarcastic Bill, "'cos the dog mightn't like it."
Hayle's remains were never found. Whether he fell into the deep water and was washed out to sea, or whether his body was jammed between the rocks under the water, no one would ever be able to say. It was gone, and with it all that were left of the stones that had occasioned their misery. Codd did not accompany us in the search, and when we returned to the villa above he was not to be found.
"They're both lying in the jungle back there with their throats cut." "Then I was right after all," Hayle found time to put in. "Come, Kit, let us go and see. There's more than we bargained for at the back of all this." They hurried with Codd to the spot where he had discovered the bodies, to find that his tale was too true.
The tapping upon the hand continued, and once more Kitwater translated, "She was a cripple, and lived in a small house off the Brompton Road. She died while Hayle was in North Borneo; is not that so, little man?" Codd nodded his head to show that Kitwater had interpreted him correctly. I then made some inquiries as to the missing man's habits.
There were two men on board, and the skipper blushed for their fluency as reflecting upon the order in general. It was some little time before they could settle down again after this, but ultimately they got back in their old position, and the infatuated Codd was just about to wax sentimental again, when he felt something behind him.
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