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Besides, Sir Richard Everard is too well known for a Jacobite to be observed sharing your lodging. I have no right at all in England, and there is always the chance of my being discovered. I would not pull you down with me. I am lodged at the corner of Maiden Lane, next door to the sign of Golden Flitch. Come to me there to-morrow after you have seen Lord Ostermore." He hesitated a moment.
The watch below were seated round a sea-chest, with three or four mugs, a huge loaf of bread, and a piece of cheese and part of a flitch of fat cold bacon. It was rough fare, but I was too hungry not to be glad to partake of it. A boy whom I had seen busy in the caboose soon came down with a kettle of hot tea.
"I may as well tell you," he said, "that unless my servant Caw is another of your victims, like Flitch, we shall neither attempt to injure you nor give you in charge; the reason for that is our affair." At this Teddy found it necessary to restrain Monsieur Guidet. "But, on the other hand," Alan continued, "you are not going to walk out of this house as easily as you seem to have entered.
"Men have been lost in the Arctic before now, and have not died." "But Alan, poor fellow, was alone." "He had his gun and some food. As you know, he was hunting with a man named Flitch when they got separated in a sudden fog." "And all search proved vain," said Bullard. "True. But there was an Eskimo encampment within a day's march," retorted Christopher, mildly. "It had been broken up "
'Maybe this is the place' said the man to himself. So he turned aside, and the first thing he saw was an old, old man, with a long white beard, who stood in an outhouse, hewing wood for the Christmas fire. 'Good even, said the man with the flitch. 'The same to you; whither are you going so late? said the man. 'Oh! I'm going to Hell, if I only knew the right way, answered the poor man.
Leaving the window open, he gropingly moved back to his desk, struck a vesta and kneeling, went carefully through the dead man's pockets. A scrap or two of paper he took possession of. With the aid of another vesta he found his way to the cabinet for more brandy. Physically he required stimulant. Flitch had been a big heavy man ... he was no smaller nor lighter now.
He was tempted to smash the thick glass there and then. Only that mysterious, sluggish, iridescent fluid deterred him. The cruel man is usually exceedingly sensitive about his own skin. But with an inspiration he made a note of the words minutely engraved on the rim surrounding the dial "A. Guidet, Glasgow." Then with a curse he departed. On reaching the car he found Flitch in a dismal state.
For an instant Bullard looked like striking the fellow, but he laughed, saying: "Well, it wasn't my money. Now you can go ahead. That's your job on the table. Want a refreshment first?" "No," growled Flitch, alias Dunning, with a suspicious look at Mrs. Lancaster. He slouched over to the table and seated himself.
"Flitch the dead man, you know." "The man's name was Dunning, as you must have heard, and as the police discovered for themselves." "Really, I must go to an aurist! I've got it into my head as Flitch." "Confound you!" said Bullard, on the verge of a furious, crazy outbreak, "will you hold your tongue? I've business to think of. Lost a whole morning with that cursed inquest." "All right, Mr.
Captain Crowe, believing they should be instantly boarded, unsheathed his hanger, and stood in a posture of defence. Mr. Fillet armed himself with the poker, which happened to be red hot; the ostler pulled down a rusty firelock, that hung by the roof, over a flitch of bacon.
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