United States or Austria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Lewisham did not mind, and the same girl who had admitted him to the séance appeared. When she had given her evidence she went again. As she left the room by the door behind Lagune her eyes met Lewisham's, and she lifted her eyebrows, depressed her mouth, and glanced at Lagune with a meaning expression. "I'm afraid," said Lagune, "that I have been shabbily treated. Mr.
"I had come to rely upon him.... My cash balance has been rather heavy lately. How he came to know of that I am unable to say. Without supposing, that is, that he had very remarkable gifts." When Lewisham saw Lagune again he learnt the particulars of Chaffery's misdeed and the additional fact that the "lady" had also disappeared. "That's a good job," he remarked selfishly.
She explained if Lagune dismissed her she was to go into the country to an aunt, a sister of Chaffery's who needed a companion. Chaffery insisted upon that. "Companion they call it. I shall be just a servant she has no servant. My mother cries when I talk to her. She tells me she doesn't want me to go away from her. But she's afraid of him. 'Why don't you do what he wants? she says."
She never closed her eyes throughout that day, but I slept soundly for four hours. "When we got up we found the convent full of bad news, which interested us a great deal more than people imagined. It was reported that, an hour before daybreak, a fishing-boat had been lost in the lagune, that two gondolas had been capsized, and that the people in them had perished. You may imagine our anguish!
"How's this, Lewisham?" cried Smithers, with the shadows on his face jumping as the gas flared. "Caught!" said Lewisham loudly, rising in his place and avoiding Ethel's eyes. "What's this?" cried the Medium. "Cheating," panted Smithers. "Not so," cried the Medium. "When you turned up the light ... put my hand up ... caught tambourine ... to save head." "Mr. Smithers," cried Lagune. "Mr.
Either this dissolves in acid or I have nothing more to do with it eh? That's fine research!" Then it was the last vestiges of Smithers' manners vanished. "I don't care what you say," said Smithers. "It's all rot it's all just rot. Argue if you like but have you convinced anybody? Put it to the vote." "That's democracy with a vengeance," said Lagune.
Its mark was a grizzled little old man with a very small face and very big grey eyes, who had been standing listlessly at one of the laboratory windows until the discussion caught him. He wore a brown velvet jacket and was reputed to be enormously rich. His name was Lagune.
Lewisham, after making an odd sort of movement with his hands, had turned round and was walking away down the laboratory. Lagune stared; confronted by a psychic phenomenon beyond his circle of ideas. "Odd!" he said at last, and began to unpack his bag. Ever and again he stopped and stared at Lewisham, who was now sitting in his own place and drumming on the table with both hands.
They stepped into their gondola, and were wafted to an island in the Lagune where there was a convent, and, what in Venice was more rare and more delightful, a garden. Its scanty shrubberies sparkled in the sun; and a cypress flanked by a pine-tree offered to the eye unused to trees a novel and picturesque group.
"Interesting talk," panted Lewisham. "Very interesting talk, sir." "I'm glad you found it so very," said Lagune. There was a pause, and then Lewisham plunged desperately. "There is a young lady she is your typewriter...." He stopped from sheer loss of breath. "Yes?" said Lagune. "Is she a medium or anything of that sort?" "Well," Lagune reflected, "She is not a medium, certainly.
Word Of The Day