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"I have had that honour," Doctor Gant acknowledged. "He was good enough to call upon me yesterday and offer his assistance should I require it." "A very clever fellow, I believe," the captain observed. "He impressed me some," the other confessed. "If any further complications should arise, it will be a relief for me to consult him." The subject of the sick man dropped.
"Then if it pleases you we will all dine here that night," Jocelyn Thew suggested, "and I will take you on to the Alhambra for an hour. Doctor Gant and I were there our first night in town, and we found the performance excellent. You will honour me, Miss Beverley?" "I shall be delighted," she answered, "but I am not at all sure that you will be able to get seats at the Alhambra."
"No," he decided, "I don't think that it would be Doctor Gant. Jocelyn Thew has finished with him all right. He did his job well and faithfully, but he was only a hired tool. Speculation, however, is useless. We must wait for Henshaw's news. Perhaps this third guest, whoever he may be, may give us a clue as to Jocelyn Thew's influence over Miss Beverley." The telephone rang a few minutes later.
But the English, when translated, was bald and blunt to the verge of offensiveness. 'I take up the glove you have tossed us. I am an Englishman. That will do for a reason. This might possibly pass with the gentlemen of the English Guard. But read: 'MESSIEURS DE LA GARDE FRANCAISE, 'J'accepte votre gant. Je suis Anglais. La raison est suffisante. And imagine French Guardsmen reading it! Mr.
Gant had come direct from Frisby, the little village near Chester where he had left the body of Phillips. It is obvious, therefore, that Gant had the papers with him when he joined Jocelyn Thew. They travelled to London together but parted at Euston, Gant going to a cheap hotel in the vicinity of Regent Street, whilst Thew drove to the Savoy.
Gant glowered at him. "You are mad!" he exclaimed. "Not I, my dear friend," Jocelyn Thew assured him, as he gripped his hand in a farewell salute. "Believe me, it is not I who am mad. It is these stupid people who search for what they can never find. They lift up the Stars and Stripes and find nothing. They lift up the Union Jack; again nothing. They try the Tricolour; rien de tout.
Jean nodded. "Mrs. M'Cosh often says, 'There's mony a lang gant in a cairriage, and I dare say it's true. I don't want to be ungrateful, Pamela. I think it's about the worst sin one can commit ingratitude. And I don't want to be stuffy, either, but I think I was meant for small ways." "Poor Penny-plain! Never mind. I'm not going to preach any more. You shall do just as you please with your life.
A thin stream of people descended at irregular intervals down the gangway from the City of Boston to the dock, and disappeared in various directions. Amongst the first came a melancholy little procession a coffin carried by two ship's stewards, with Doctor Gant in solitary attendance behind. After the passengers came a sprinkling of the ship's officers, all very smart and in a great hurry.
A colored boy got up; he wuz tall and gant with big soft eyes full of the pathetic wisdom and ignorance of his race. He spoke kinder slow and sez, "I wuz sick once and I felt alone. I wuz afraid to die. Now if I wuz sick I shouldn't be alone, nor afraid, I've got somebody with me. Jesus Christ is with me all the time. I hain't lonesome no more, nor 'fraid."
"Doctor Gant," Crawshay replied, "has booked a passage back in the American boat which sails for Liverpool early to-morrow morning. We shall escort him there, and his effects will be searched once more in Liverpool. Otherwise, we have no intention of detaining him. He and Miss Beverley were simply the tools of the other man." "And the other man?"
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