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But for that flash I should have dropped off again in a minute; but if you remember all I had to remember, Manders, you won't wonder that I lay madly awake all the rest of the night. My head was rotten with sleep, but my heart was in such hell as I couldn't describe to you if I tried." "I've been there," said I, briefly. "Well, then, you can imagine my frightful thoughts.
A few minutes later Manders came down into the stalls and sat by Barbara. "Just a breather," he explained. "No good nagging your people, particularly when they've been at the job for years and you're a new-comer. . . . Some of my spoiled darlings find that a little Eric goes a long way. You're sure you're not bored, my dear?" "I can't see very well," Barbara answered.
The subject dismissed, he looked up expectantly and found Manders wholly absorbed with his oysters, rejecting red pepper for black, shaking a cautious drop of tabasco vinegar on each, adding a dash of lemon-juice and, when all else was ready, sipping his champagne with preliminary caution.
There was a strong garrison in the village, and we have suffered, I fear heavily. Some eight or ten killed and as many wounded." "Dear me, dear me!" Captain Stuart said. "This is an unfortunate circumstance, indeed. Mr. Manders, do you get the wounded on board and carried below. Will you step into my cabin, Mr. Hethcote, and give me full details of this unfortunate affair?"
"I seem to have more money than I know what to do with," he answered shortly. "By the way, has Manders given tongue yet about the play?" "'Mother's Son'? Yes, I wrote you last night. Didn't you get my letter? Oh, he's quite enthusiastic about it. He suggests a few small changes " "Manders would," Eric rejoined from habit rather than resentment.
It would hurt intolerably if she behaved as a stranger, when they met; almost as intolerably if she threw herself into his arms and forced him to remember what he was threatened with losing. On the evening before they were to meet, the telephone rang, and Manders' voice, brisk and cheerful, enquired if Eric was likely to be at the Thespian Club that night.
"Poor chap!" said Beetle, with a false, feigned sympathy. "Let it bleed a little. That'll prevent apoplexy," and he held the blind head skilfully over the table, and the papers on the table, as he guided the howling Manders to the door. Then did Beetle, alone with the wreckage, return good for evil.
Into Northern Lights the pursuers drove after a four-day traverse. Manders, of the Mounted, welcomed them with the best he had. No news had come to him from the outside for more than two months, and after his visitors were fed and warmed, they lounged in front of a roaring log fire while he flung questions at them of what the world and its neighbor were doing.
"I was afraid they might be, Mr. Manders, though I have never seen one off the stage." "Still," I pursued, with painfully sustained amusement, "you were ready to find A.J. Raffles being shadowed here at Lord's of all places in the world?" "I was ready for anything, anywhere," said Miss Belsize, "after all I heard yesterday afternoon." "You mean about poor Mr. Garland and his affairs?"
"You know, Eric, it's a waste of my time and of your money for you to come to me for advice. You've definitely gone back since I saw you in the summer." "I've been working very hard; but I'm rather pleased with the results." "I hope it's nothing like that novel you shewed me," said the doctor gloomily. "I'll send you the script when I get it back from Manders," Eric promised with a laugh.
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