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An hour later, as he had not returned, I left Hester with Mr. Murmurtot and went forward in quest of him. He was in the reading-room, apparently interested in a newspaper. As he did not observe me, I sat down behind his chair without disturbing him.
A man was pacing back and forth in the opening whose figure seemed familiar to me. Presently he came aboard, and as he passed near us I saw it was the omnipresent Mr. Murmurtot. "I wonder if he is afraid somebody will steal the ship?" I remarked. "No, he is looking for some person," said Rayel, divining my thoughts. "All ashore! Stand away, there!" shouted one of the ship's officers.
"I think you were at the theatre one evening some time ago sat in the lower box at the right of the stage I remember it well, sir." "I remember the occasion," said my cousin, with his accustomed gravity. "I read about that occurrence at Mr. Paddington's dinner-party, sir," continued Mr. Murmurtot. "It was decidedly clever in you, sir deucedly clever!
There were exclamations of surprise and gratification from all present, save Rayel, who remained silent, while a faint smile stole over his face. "I knew they would find him out," said he. "I hear that you are a mind-reader, sir," said Mr. Murmurtot, again addressing my cousin. "And you are a detective, I believe, and not a reporter," said Rayel. "It is good that we understand each other." Mr.
He had no sooner left me than my mind reverted to the man who had been the bugbear of my thoughts since we left New York. Presently Mr. Murmurtot touched my arm. Looking up suddenly, I saw standing before me the very man of whom I had been thinking. "Mr. Lane, let me introduce you to Mr. Fenlon," said the detective.
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