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Updated: June 9, 2025
The house at which the journalist presented himself was such as might be inhabited by a small family of easy means. As he was taking off his overcoat, a door opened and Christian Moxey came forward to greet him. They shook hands like men who stood on friendly, but not exactly on intimate, terms. 'Will you come up to the laboratory for a moment? said Moxey.
Christian Moxey had come up as a topic, and Earwaker was saying that he found it difficult to divine the man's personality. 'You won't easily do that, replied Peak, 'until you know more of his story. I can't see that I am bound to secrecy at all events with you. Poor Moxey imagines that he is in love, and the fancy has lasted about ten years. 'Ten years?
But when he began to move towards the upper shore, three female figures detached themselves from the gloom and advanced in his direction. They came so near that their voices were audible, and thereupon he stepped up to them. 'Are you going to the Beacon after all, Miss Moorhouse? Sylvia was accompanied by Agatha Walworth and Miss Moxey.
Her tone was more reserved than hitherto. 'Yes, I knew he had. He met Miss Moxey by chance at Budleigh Salterton, and I happened to be there at the Moorhouses' on the same day. Sidwell glanced at him inquiringly, and waited for something more. 'I saw Miss Moxey in private, he added, speaking more quickly, 'and asked her to keep my secret.
It was easy to see that his hands shook, and that there was perspiration on his forehead. With pleasant tact, Moxey struck into a new subject, and for the next quarter of an hour Peak sat apart in the same attitude as before his outburst of satire and invective. Then he advanced to Miss Moxey again, for the purpose of taking leave.
'No. In London. 'What a storm we are going to have! exclaimed Sylvia, looking to the window. 'They predicted it yesterday. I should like to be on the top of Westdown Beacon wouldn't you, Miss Moxey? 'I am quite willing to go with you. 'And what pleasure do you look for up there? asked Warricombe, in a blunt, matter-of-fact tone.
He took his hat, held out his hand, with 'Good-bye, Mrs. Palmer. The cold politeness left her no choice but again to look offended, and with merely a motion of the head she replied, 'Good-bye, Mr. Moxey. And therewith permitted him to leave the house.
'Has he just been wasting his time, then, all these years? 'He goes in for science laboratory work, evolutionary speculations. Of course I can't judge his progress in such matters; but Moxey, a clever man in the same line, thinks very highly of him. 'Just the fellow to travel with. I want to get hold of some solid scientific ideas, but I haven't the patience to work steadily.
It was near the hour at which Mr. Moxey was about to go home for his afternoon dinner; why not interrupt his walk, and have a word with him? That duty would be over. He pushed on, and, as he approached the buildings, was aware of Mr Moxey stepping into the road, unaccompanied. Greetings speedily followed.
'Needless, thank you, returned Godwin, with a smile in which the vanity of an author had its part. Had Marcella betrayed him? He had supposed she knew nothing of this article, but Earwaker had perhaps spoken of it to Moxey before receiving the injunction of secrecy. On the other hand, it might be Earwaker himself from whom Warricombe had derived his information.
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