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The seal of Time was set upon it, and it was not to be lightly disturbed. "Push your bar in here alongside of mine, Coddy," said Kitwater at last. "I fancy we shall get it then." The little man did as he was directed, Kitwater and Hayle seconded his efforts on the other side, and then, under the strain of their united exertions, the stone began to move slowly from its place.
Almost the first visit I paid was one to my old friend and fellow-student in Paris, Dr. Walter Hayle Walshe. After more than half a century's separation, two young friends, now old friends, must not expect to find each other just the same as when they parted. Dr. Walshe thought he should have known me; my eyes are not so good as his, and I would not answer for them and for my memory.
Gideon Hayle was sitting down to a charming little dinner at the Café des Princes, and was smiling to himself as he thought of the success that had attended the trick he had played upon me. When I reached the charming little Surrey village of Bishopstowe, I could see that it bore out Kitwater's description of it.
But before I embark on anything, you must answer me some questions." "A hundred, if you like," he returned. "You have only to ask them and I will do my best to answer." "In the first place, I must have a description of this Mr. Gideon Hayle. What is he like?" "Tall, thin, with brown hair, and a short, close-cropped beard; he carries himself erect, and looks about thirty-eight."
Now we will suppose that I find Hayle for them, and they meet. Does it not seem to you quite possible that your uncle's rage might lead him to do something desperate, in order to revenge himself upon the other? But if he could command himself he would probably get his money? If, on the other hand, they do not meet, then what is to be done?
It might be another of Hayle's tricks, and for this reason we questioned the boy more closely; he adhered, however, to his story without a variation. His description of the men was perfect in every respect, and he assured us most emphatically that he knew nothing of any individual with such a scar upon his face as Hayle possessed.
Hayle, a little waterside town of less than two thousand inhabitants, is not particularly attractive.
"Very well," Hayle replied reluctantly. They accordingly picked up their iron bars and replaced the stone that covered the entrance to the subterranean passage. "I don't like leaving it," said Hayle, "it don't seem to me to be safe, somehow. Think what there is down there. Doesn't it strike you that it would be better to fill our pockets while we've the chance?
I accompanied him to his room and removed the disguise which had enabled me to see Hayle without his being aware of my identity, and then, bidding my friend good-night, returned to my abode. Before I went to bed, however, I sat down and wrote a report of my doings for Miss Kitwater. Little as I had to tell, the writing of this letter gave me considerable pleasure.
You take the right-hand side," he went on addressing Hayle; "you, Coddy, must take the left. I'll try the middle. If we don't hit it to-day we'll do so to-morrow, or the next day, or the day after that. This is the place we were told about, and if the treasure is to be found anywhere, it will be here. For that reason we've got to set about the search as soon as possible! Now to work!"
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