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"I'll tell you if you'll wait a moment my brother-in-law is always so beastly impatient," he said, turning again to Jack. "Don't you find him like that, Mr. Osborne?" "I do always. But go on, old boy, I'm very interested." "And so am I," Easterton laughed.
There is nothing like the sight of paper money to ensure civility from a policeman disposed to be impertinent I should like, in justice, to add that most policemen are not. Also Easterton had come over and spoken to me, and of course pooh-poohed the idea of my having sent the telegram, which had just been shown to him.
Yes, he particularly wanted to see me; would I please go up at once, the clerk said when he had telephoned up my name and my inquiry if Mr. Osborne were at home to anybody. Easterton was with him still; a doctor was on the point of leaving as I entered the room where Jack sat in his dressing-gown in a big chair, drinking a cup of soup.
Since his name had been mentioned by Harold Logan on his dying bed, I had carefully debated whether or not to tell Easterton, who had let him his house, what I now knew about him; also whether to tell Sir Roland Challoner that Osborne and I had actually met Gastrell.
The remark, though spoken to Easterton, had been addressed to us all, and we made some conventional reply in acknowledgment. "And if, later, I decide to join this club," he said presently, "you won't mind proposing me, will you, Easterton?" "I? Er oh, of course, not in the least!" Easterton answered awkwardly, taken off his guard.
Dulcie stared at me with large, pathetic eyes, and I knew that, but for Aunt Hannah's so-to-speak mounting guard, she would have asked me endless questions instead of sitting there mute. "You had better come with me and hear Jack Osborne's story," Easterton said some moments later. "The Inspector tells me he is upstairs, and still rather weak from the effect of the treatment he has received."
How, then, could I refer to this woman by name without causing possible friction between Easterton and his tenant, Gastrell? "I am afraid I can't tell you, Easterton," I said after an instant's hesitation. "I don't want to make mischief, and if what I think is possible is not the case, and I tell you about it, I shall have made mischief." Easterton was silent.
As a result I spend many months of the year in travel, for I am a bachelor with no ties of any kind, and the more I travel and the more my mind expands, the more cosmopolitan I become and the more inclined I feel to kick against silly conventions such as this one at Brooks's which prevented my addressing Lord Easterton or his friend men I see in the club every day I am there, and who know me quite well by sight, though we only stare stonily at each other and asking more about Gastrell.
Already he looked better, I thought, than when I had seen him at the house in Grafton Street, barely two hours before. After exchanging a few remarks with him, and being assured by Easterton that the doctor had said that Jack might now see anyone he pleased, I came straight to the question of the telegram, repeating to him almost word for word what I had told Aunt Hannah.
"Oh, so you know him?" Easterton exclaimed. "That's good. I want to find out who he is, where he comes from, in fact all about him. I have a reason for wanting to know." "He came from Capetown with me landed at Southampton yesterday," Osborne said quickly. "Capetown? Arrived yesterday? Oh, then yours must be a different man. Tell me what he is like." Osborne gave a detailed description.
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