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The morning is my busy time, but ... yes, that was very kind of you!" There was another pause. "How do you like America?" said Sam. "I dislike it exceedingly." "Yes? Well, of course some people do. Prohibition and all that. Personally, it doesn't affect me. I can take it or leave it alone." "The reason I dislike America " began Mrs. Hignett bridling. "I like it myself," said Sam.
Eustace Hignett laughed mirthlessly. "Oh, nothing. Nothing much. Nothing to signify. Only my heart's broken." He eyed with considerable malignity the bottle of water in the rack above his head, a harmless object provided by the White Star Company for clients who might desire to clean their teeth during the voyage. "If you would care to hear the story?" he said. "Go ahead." "It is quite short."
It seemed to take him straight into a different and dreadful world. "What ... what ... what...?" he gurgled. Sam squinted at himself in the glass and added a touch of black to his nose. "How do I look?" Eustace Hignett began to fear that his cousin's reason must have become unseated. He could not conceive of any really sane man, looking like that, being anxious to be told how he looked.
Perhaps you recollect the cupboard to which I refer, sir?" "No, I don't remember any cupboard. As a matter of fact, when I used to stay at the house the drawing-room was barred. Mrs. Hignett wouldn't let us inside it for fear we should smash her china. Is there a cupboard?" "Immediately behind the piano, sir. A nice, roomy cupboard.
Sam gulped once or twice. "Oh, by the way," he said, "Er how is er Miss Bennett?" "Oh, she's all right." Eustace Hignett hummed a gay air. Sam's ready acquiescence in his scheme had relieved his apprehensive mind. "Going strong?" said Sam, after a pause. "Oh, absolutely. We're quite good friends again now. No use being in the same house and not being on speaking terms.
"Something is the matter," persisted Eustace Hignett. "I can tell it by your manner. Something has happened to disturb and upset you. I know you so well that I can pierce the mask. What is it? Tell me!" "Ha, ha!" "You surely can't still be brooding on that concert business? Why, that's all over.
"Alias nothing! I say my name is Samuel Marlowe...." An explosive roar burst from Mr. Bennett. "The scoundrel! I know him! I forbade him the house, and...." "And by what right did you forbid people my house, Mr. Bennett?" said Mrs. Hignett with acerbity. "I've rented the house, Mortimer and I rented it from your son...." "Yes, yes, yes," said Jane Hubbard. "Never mind about that.
She stepped into the drawing-room with the single-minded purpose of rousing Eustace out of his sleep and giving him a good talking to for having failed to maintain her own standard of efficiency among the domestic staff. If there was one thing on which Mrs. Horace Hignett had always insisted it was that every window in the house must be closed at lights-out.
Bennett, forgetting his lacerated tongue and his other grievances. "We must summon the police!" "Obviously!" said Mrs. Hignett, withdrawing her fascinated gaze from the ragged hole in the front door, the cost of repairing which she had been mentally assessing. "We must send for the police at once." "We don't really need them, you know," said Jane.
Hignett started. "What an extraordinary thing! That is an absolutely exact description. Her eyes were a deep blue...." "Or, rather, green." "Blue." "Green. There is a shade of green that looks blue." "What the devil do you know about the colour of her eyes?" demanded Eustace heatedly. "Am I telling you about her, or are you telling me?" "My dear old man, don't get excited.
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