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"He gave up smoking and and then I didn't go to see him, you know." "He's dead," said Miss Drewitt, shivering. "He died in Oh, you are horrible!" "That carving " began Mr. Tredgold. "Don't talk about it, please," said the indignant Miss Drewitt. "I can't understand why my uncle should have listened to your advice at all; you must have forced it on him. I'm sure he didn't know how you got it."
His face took on an expression of anxiety and he spoke of a twinge, lightly tapping his left lung by way of emphasis. "I hope that I shall not be taken ill here," he said, gravely. Miss Drewitt sat up with a start. "I should hope not," she said, sharply. "So inconvenient," he murmured. "Quite impossible," said Miss Drewitt, whose experience led her to believe him capable of anything.
"Don't you be in too much of a hurry to find that map, captain," he said. "It's found," said Miss Drewitt, with a little note of triumph in her voice. "Found it this morning," said Captain Bowers. He crossed over to an oak bureau which stood in the corner by the fireplace, and taking a paper from a pigeon-hole slowly unfolded it and spread it on the table before the delighted Mr. Chalk.
Miss Drewitt made no reply. "Of course, it is a thing that grows on one," continued Mr. Tredgold, with the air of making a concession. "It is the first smoke that does the mischief; it is a fatal precedent. Unless, perhaps How pretty that field is over there." Miss Drewitt looked in the direction indicated. "Very nice," she said, briefly. "But what were you going to say?" Mr.
Tredgold, rising, and following Miss Drewitt, who had gone into the garden to plant seeds. Mr. Chalk refilled his pipe and, accepting a match from the captain, smoked slowly. His gaze was fixed on the window, but instead of Dialstone Lane he saw tumbling blue seas and islets far away. "That's something you've never come across, I suppose, Captain Bowers?" he remarked at last.
"But you said that you had," persisted his niece. "Yes," stammered the captain, "I know I did, but I hadn't. I was just looking ahead a bit, that was all. I went to the bureau just now to do it." Miss Drewitt eyed him with mild reproach. "You even described how you did it," she said, slowly. "You said that Mount Lonesome turned into a volcano. Wasn't it true?"
"Let her down?" repeated Miss Drewitt, sharply. "Do you mean one of the chairs in my bedroom?" Mr. Tredgold nodded. "Gave her rather a nasty fall," he said. "I struck while the iron was hot, and went and made her an offer while she was still laid up from the effects of it. It's the one standing against the wall; the other's all right, with proper care."
"He said that you didn't know and he did," said Mr. Tredgold, apologetically. "I talk too much. I'd no business to let out about old Brown, but I forgot for the moment sailors are always prone to childish superstitions." "Are you talking about my uncle?" inquired Miss Drewitt, with ominous calm. "They were his own words," said the other.
You know Stobell?" The captain nodded, and Mr. Chalk, pale with excitement, accepted his accustomed pipe from the hands of Miss Drewitt and sat nervously awaiting events. Mr. Tasker set out the whisky, and, Miss Drewitt avowing a fondness for smoke in other people, a comfortable haze soon filled the room. Mr. Tredgold, with a significant glance at Mr. Chalk, said that it reminded him of a sea-fog.
Mr. Tredgold apologised, but returned to the charge. "I answered your question a little while ago," he said, in more moderate tones; "now, please, answer mine. Do you think that I took the map?" "I am not to be commanded to speak by you," said Miss Drewitt, standing very erect. "Fair-play is a jewel," said the other. "Question for question. Do you?" Miss Drewitt looked at him and hesitated.
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