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"I conceive it very likely to happen," said George, "unless you get him out of the country before the lady now installed here as his wife discovers the truth." "But she must not!" Keredec lifted both hands toward Ward appealingly; they trembled, and his voice betrayed profound agitation. "She cannot! She has never suspected such a thing; there is nothing that could MAKE her suspect it!"
The professor turned beamingly upon me and continued, dropping into a Whistlerian mannerism that he had sometimes: "You must not blame that great wind of a Keredec for preaching at other people to listen. It gives the poor man more room for himself to talk!" I found his talk worth hearing.
When I am alone I am a chimney with no hebdomadary repose; I smoke forever. It is on account of my young friend I am temperate now." "He has never smoked, your young friend?" I asked, glancing at my visitor rather curiously, I fear. "Mr. Saffren has no vices." Professor Keredec replaced his silver-rimmed spectacles and turned them upon me with serene benevolence.
Oliver Saffron did not join me in the late afternoon; nor did the echo of distant yodelling bespeak any effort on his part to find me. So I gave him up, and returned to the inn earlier than usual. While dressing I sent word to Professor Keredec that I should not be able to join him at dinner that evening; and it is to be recorded that Glouglou carried the message for me.
"Because, though he puzzled me and I do not understand his case his case, so to speak, I have not for a moment thought him insane." "Ha, my dear sir, you are right!" exclaimed Keredec, beaming on me, much pleased. "You are a thousand times right; he is as sane as yourself or myself or as anybody in the whole wide world!
Meanwhile Glouglou, rolling and smoking cigarettes in the shade of a clump of lilac, watched with button eyes the noddings of his superior, and, at the cost of some convulsive writhings, constrained himself to silent laughter. A heavy step crunched the gravel and I heard my name pronounced in a deep inquiring rumble the voice of Professor Keredec, no less.
It used to seem to me that I lived penned up in a circle of blank stone walls; I couldn't see over the top for myself at all, though now and then Keredec would boost me up and let me get a little glimmer of the country round about but never long enough to see what it was really like. But it's not so now. Ah!" he drew a long breath "I'd like to run.
If it should," I concluded, with some bitterness, "I suppose Keredec will be still prating upliftingly on the saving of his soul!" "When was it that Louise saw him?" "Ah, that," I said, "is where Keredec has been a poet and a dreamer indeed. It was his PLAN that they should meet." "You mean he brought this wreck of Harman, these husks and shreds of a man, down here for Louise to see?"
"There is something behind all this that you don't know," said Ward slowly. "I'll tell you after I've seen this Keredec. When did the man make you his confidant?" "Last night. Most of what I learned was as much a revelation to his victim as it was to me. Harman did not know till then that the lady he had been meeting had been his wife, or that he had ever seen her before he came here.
It struck me that Keredec at first dreaded that they might be traced to the inn, and I'm afraid his fear was justified, for one night, before I came to know them, I met Mr. 'Percy' on the road; he'd visited Madame Brossard's and pumped Amedee dry, but clumsily tried to pretend to me that he had not been there at all.
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