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But first, come and listen." Mr. Fentolin shook her off. He looked around for Meekins. "Meekins, stand by my chair," he ordered sharply. "Turn round; I wish to go to the Hall. Drive this woman away." Meekins came hurrying up, but almost at the same moment half a dozen of the brown jerseyed fishermen detached themselves from the others. They formed a little bodyguard around the bath-chair.
You remember that little affair of Anna Jayes in Hartlepool?" The face of the man was filled with terror. He began to tremble where he stood. Mr. Fentolin played for a moment with his collar, as though he found it tight. "Such a chance it was, my dear Meekins," Mr. Fentolin continued cheerfully, "which brought me that little scrap of knowledge concerning you.
They came to a standstill only a few yards from where the waves were breaking. She lifted her hand. "Listen!" she cried. "Listen!" Mr. Fentolin turned helplessly around. The little group of fishermen had closed in upon Sarson and Meekins. The woman's hand was upon his shoulder; she pointed seaward to where a hissing line of white foam marked the spot where the topmost of the rocks were visible.
He took them, & look'd at me long & long, with his brooding, deep, strange eyes. "For the man that whipt me, I have sent forth my Snake. My Snake will have a Thing to say to him. The man will die. Then laughed he, and hugg'd his knees. And 't is true Meekins the Overseer one week later was bitten by a Serpent in the Field and died an Unlovely Death.
Hamel and Gerald stood under the great stone portico, watching. "Well, I'm jiggered!" the boy exclaimed, under his breath. Hamel was watching the proceedings with a puzzled frown. To his surprise, neither Doctor Sarson nor Meekins were accompanying the departing man. "He's off, right enough," Hamel declared, as the car glided away. "Do you understand it? I don't."
"There are two of your father's pictures in the modern side of the gallery up-stairs," he remarked, a little diffidently. "They are great favourites with everybody here." They all went in to dinner together. Meekins, who had appeared silently, had glided unnoticed behind his master's chair and wheeled it across the hall. "A partie carree to-night," Mr. Fentolin declared.
Meekins once more clambered on to the little heap of furniture. The doctor stood by his side for a moment. Then, with an effort, he was hoisted up until he could catch hold of the floor of the outhouse. Meekins gave one push, and he disappeared. "Any one up there?" Mr. Fentolin enquired, a shade of anxiety in his tone. "No one," the doctor reported. "Has anything been disturbed?"
"You are really very kind," he began hesitatingly . "It is settled," Mr. Fentolin interrupted, "settled. Meekins, you can ride back again. I shall not paint to-day. Mr. Hamel, you will walk by my side, will you not? I can run my little machine quite slowly. You see, I have an electric battery. It needs charging often, but I have a dynamo of my own.
Meekins, who had gone on towards the door, suddenly called out: "Some one has taken away the key! The door is locked on the other side!" Mr. Fentolin's frown was malign even for him. "Our dear friend, Mr. Hamel, I suppose," he muttered. "Another little debt we shall owe him! Try the other door." Meekins moved towards the partition. Suddenly he paused. Mr.
Fentolin's hand was outstretched; he, too, was listening. Above the low thunder of the sea came another sound, a sound which at that moment they none of them probably understood. There was the steady crashing of feet upon the pebbles, a low murmur of voices. Mr. Fentolin for the first time showed symptoms of fear. "Try the other door quickly," he directed. Meekins came back, shaking his head.
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