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I perceive that you are a more interesting visitor even than I had thought." He raised his left hand, and Meekins, who seemed to have been waiting for some signal of the sort, suddenly, with a movement of his knee and right arm, flung Dunster hack upon the bed. The man opened his mouth to shout, but already, with lightning-like dexterity, his assailant had inserted a gag between his teeth.
"It was about Sammy Sampson, sir," he said, looking at Mr. Downing. "Ah, we know ... Well, Adair, what did you wish to say?" "It wasn't Jackson who did it, sir." "No, no, Adair. So Mr. Downing " "It was Dunster, sir." Terrific sensation! The headmaster gave a sort of strangled yelp of astonishment. Mr. Downing leaped in his chair. Mike's eyes opened to their fullest extent. "Adair!"
Gerald nodded. "Our train ran off the line and pitched down an embankment. Mr. Dunster has concussion of the brain. He and I were taken to a miserable little inn near Wymondham. From there I hired a motor-car and brought him here." "You hired a motor-car and brought him here," Mr. Fentolin repeated softly. "My dear boy forgive me if I find this a little hard to understand.
I have just been hearing the melancholy details." "Old Smith and I," said Dunster, "were at a private school together. I'd no idea I should find him here." "It was a wonderfully stirring sight when we met," said Psmith; "not unlike the meeting of Ulysses and the hound Argos, of whom you have doubtless read in the course of your dabblings in the classics.
"You needn't be a funny ass, man," said Dunster, pained; "heaps of people tell me I ought to have it waxed." "What it really wants is top-dressing with guano. Hullo! another man out. Adair's bowling better to-day than he did yesterday." "I heard about yesterday," said Dunster. "It must have been a rag! Couldn't we work off some other rag on somebody before I go?
I am going to sit here," he went on, "and I am going to look across the sea and reflect. A very fortunate storm, after all, I think, which kept Mr. John P. Dunster from the Harwich boat last night. Leave me, Gerald, for a time. Stand behind my chair, Meekins, and see that no one enters." Mr.
On the very morning of his arrival from his island he had gone to a set of pigeon-holes in Willie Dunster's outer office and had taken out from a compartment labelled "Malata" a very small accumulation of envelopes, a few addressed to himself, and one addressed to his assistant, all to the care of the firm, W. Dunster and Co.
The child hath been less like my merry lark since we met him. A plague on the springalds! But you know him. Has he your good word?" "John of Dunster?" said the King. "Henry, didst thou not know for whose sake I had loved and proved him? He was Richard's pupil.
"Most of us to the Byfleet Farm has got our ails, now I tell ye. You ain't got no bitters that'll take a dozen years right off an ol' lady's shoulders?" The busy man smiled pleasantly, and shook his head as he went away. "Dunster," said Betsey to herself, soberly committing the new name to her sound memory. "Yes, I mustn't forget to speak of him to the doctor, as he directed.
"Also," the young man observed, "that you will have taken this special train for nothing. I can't fancy the Harwich boat going out a night like this." Mr. Dunster relapsed into stony but anxious silence. The train continued its erratic progress, sometimes stopping altogether for a time, with whistle blowing repeatedly; sometimes creeping along the metals as though feeling its way to safety.
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