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"The King has disappeared," answered Featherstone, "and no one knows where he has gone." There was a dead silence in the tent; not a man moved. Dacre looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to twelve. "He may be on the way here by another route," suggested the old Duke. "What have you done to obtain information?" asked Dacre.
Daly had written from Hexham, asking, or rather summoning, Featherstone to meet him there next day, although he stated that if this was impossible, he would arrive at the Garth in the evening. There was a threat in the intimation that it would be to Lawrence's advantage if Featherstone saw him soon. "Well," said Foster dryly, "it looks as if our plot had succeeded better than we thought.
"Are you acting like a Christian man, Tom Fenton?" it said. "Have you any right to work Featherstone up into a passion, however foolish he may have been? Is that charitable? is it Christ-like?" "Very good, Mr Featherstone," said Tom quietly. "I ask your pardon, and I'll relieve you of my company. Good night Good night, Jenny." Jenny could have cried with disappointment.
He imagined that Daly hardly expected to find Featherstone in Hawick, but it was curious that he was going to Langholm, which was on the best road to Lockerbie in Annandale. It was the police Foster had tried to put off the track at the clachan by striking west across the moors, and he did not think Daly had anything to do with them.
"I was able, most happily," continued Lady Featherstone, "to send my brother homewards in a ship a fortnight back, and so to stay with my friend here on my way to Vienna, for we English are all bitten with the madness of travel. Mr. Warner will bear me out?" "To be sure I will," said Wogan, stoutly. "For here am I in the depths of winter journeying to the carnival in Italy."
With this he attacked the copper cylinder, and by means of a few dexterous blows succeeded in cutting it open. Then he looked in. "What do you see?" asked Featherstone. "Something," said Melick, "but I can't quite make it out." "If you can't make it out, then shake it out," said Oxenden.
"Melick," said Featherstone, "you're a volatile youth. You mustn't mind him, doctor. He's a professional cynic, sceptic, and scoffer. Oxenden and I, however, are open to conviction, and want to know more about those birds and beasts. Can you make anything out of the opmahera?" The doctor swallowed a glass of wine, and replied: "Oh yes; there are many birds, each of which may be the opmahera.
He thanked the clerk and went back thoughtfully to his place, because it looked as if Daly had been there and the other had helped him to steal away. If this surmise was correct, they might be trying to follow Featherstone; but he was, fortunately, out of their reach, and Foster decided that he must not exaggerate the importance of the matter.
"He was my postillion, though I never paid him, as I do now in thanks." "Your postillion!" cried one or two of the ladies, and they gathered about the great stove as Lady Featherstone told the story of Wogan's charioting. "I bade him hurry," said she, "and he outsped my bidding. Never was there a postillion so considerately inconsiderate.
He was fond of a pinch when it occurred to him, but he usually forgot that this indulgence was at his command. His wife held down her knitting and looked attentive. "Why, that Rigg, or Rigg Featherstone, was one. But Bulstrode was before him, so I'm going to do it for Bulstrode. Whether it's mortgage or purchase they're going for, I can't tell yet."
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