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But to-night the Virginian had undergone enough to have lost much of his habitual poise. "Hiding!" he reiterated in a tone scarcely louder than a whisper. "And you have found me out, my friend." "But but I don't " Rutton lifted a hand in deprecation; and as he did so the door in the rear of the room opened and Doggott entered.
"How did you know about Quain that we were together?" he asked. "Doggott saw you land this morning, and I've been watching you all day with my field-glasses, prepared to take cover the minute you turned my way. Don't be angry with me, David; it wasn't that I didn't yearn to see you face to face again, but that ... I didn't dare." "Oh, that!" exclaimed Amber with an exasperated fling of his hand.
As he alighted and, leaving Doggott to settle with the ghariwallah, crossed the sidewalk to the hotel entrance, a beggar slipped through the throng of wayfarers, whining at his elbow: "Give, O give, Protector of the Poor!" Preoccupied, Amber hardly heard, and passed on; but the native stuck leech-like to his side.
"You miserable, misbegotten blighter of a wall-eyed American " At this point he became unprintably profane, and Doggott fell upon him with the laudable intention of throwing him out. In the struggle Amber caught his eye, and it was bright with meaning. "Pink Satin!" he hissed.
"It means," explained Amber, "that, when you've filled in that blank and had the money collected from the Rothschilds, you'll be worth with what cash is here in the neighbourhood of forty five thousand pounds sterling." Doggott gasped, temporarily inarticulate. "Forty-five thousand pounds!... Mr.
The servant led the way baywards. Behind them the angry morning blazed brighter in the sky. In the sedge of the shore they found a rowboat and, launching it, embarked for the power-boat, which swung at her mooring in deeper water. When they were aboard the latter, Doggott took charge of the motor, leaving to Amber the wheel, and with little delay they were in motion.
Such, in short, had been his frame of mind up to eight o'clock of the previous evening. At that hour he had made a discovery which had diverted the entire trend of his thoughts. Doggott, ever a poor sailor, had been feeling ill and Amber had excused him early in the afternoon. About six o'clock he had gone to his stateroom and dressed for dinner, unattended.
"You look like hell!" he exploded. "What's up here? Eh?" Amber turned to Doggott. "Take Antone out there with you and keep him until I call, please. This is Mr. Quain; I want to talk with him undisturbed.... But you can bring us coffee when it's ready." Quain motioned to Antone; the Portuguese disappeared into the back room with Doggott, who closed the communicating door. "You first," said Amber.
'E'll 'ave pneumonia ... I'll just jump into me clothes and " He slipped into the back room, to reappear with surprisingly little delay, fully dressed and buttoning a long ulster round his throat. "You didn't 'appen to notice which w'y 'e went, sir?" "As well as I could judge, to the east." Doggott took down a second ulster and a cap from pegs in the wall.
The wind had indeed fallen, and the world was very still a hush that overspread and lay unbroken upon the deep, ceaseless growling of the sea, like oil on water. The moon had set and the darkness was but faintly tempered by the starlight on the snow or was it the first wan promise of the dawn that seemed to quiver in the formless void between earth and sky? In the doorway Doggott grew impatient.
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