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As a matter of fact Amber was hoping the Rolands, with Sophia Farrell, might linger somewhere en route, remembering that the girl had discussed a tentative project to stop over between steamers at Yokohama. "Very well," Quain gave in; "you're the doctor. Now as for things here, make your mind easy. I'll take charge and keep the affair quiet. There's no reason I can see for its ever getting out.
Quain, Bruce, Lord Lytton, Lord Alington, Count Muenster, with all of whom I had very pleasant conversation. Sir William Harcourt, Lord Rosebery, the Danish Minister, and another ambassador were also in the carriage; so I had plenty of good company. I had a little conversation with poor Lord Rowton, and thanked him for thinking of me.
"The boat," affirmed Quain, too discouraged for the obvious retort ungracious. He stooped and caught up a frayed end of rope, exhibiting it in witness to his statement. "Ain't it hell?" he inquired plaintively. Amber's gaze followed the rope, the further end of which was rove through the ring of a small grapnel anchor half buried in the spongy earth. "Gone!" he echoed dismally.
But he's come, and he's in the bedroom now, with Aunt Susan. 'How annoying! said Dr. Quain Short under his breath, and he went. Tom re-entered, and took up his old position behind the portière. Presently he heard another step on the stair, and issued out again to reconnoitre. And, lo! another tall gentleman wearing another high hat and carrying another black bag was ascending.
For a moment Quain paused, irresolute, peering right and left, then began to trudge eastwards, heavy boots crunching the thin sedge-ice. A little later they came to the water's edge and proceeded steadily along it, Quain leading confidently.
"I'll try; I'll even promise, on condition that you send me word if ever you have need of me." "That will be never." "But if " "I'll send for you if ever I may, David; I promise faithfully. And in return I have your word?" Amber nodded. "Then...." Rutton attempted to divert the subject. "I think you said Quain? Any relation to Quain's 'Aryan Invasion of India?" "The same man.
"Thank you," returned Amber, controlling himself sufficiently to wait until he should be conducted to his room before opening the note. It was not, he observed later, superscribed in a feminine hand. Could it be from Quain's friend Labertouche? Who else?... Amber lifted his shoulders resignedly. "I wish Quain had minded his own business," he said ungratefully; "I can take care of myself.
Amber wheeled upon him, colouring to the brows. "My bride! What do you mean by that? I said nothing " Quain rubbed his big hands, chuckling. "Of course you didn't. But I'm wise enough to know there's bound to be a woman in this case. Besides, it's Romance and what's a romance without a woman?" "Oh, go to thunder," said Amber good-naturedly, and went to give Doggott his orders.
"A suicide; a friend of mine the man Rutton whom we were discussing the night I came down. And that's not half. There's a man out there somewhere, shot to death by Rutton a Bengali babu.... Quain, I've lived in Purgatory ever since we parted and now ... I'm about done." He was; the coming of Quain with the ease of mind it brought had snapped the high nervous tension which had sustained Amber.
Quain brought up short with a shin barked against a thwart of the rowboat he had been seeking, and in recognition of the mishap liberally insulted his luck. Amber, knowing that his hurt was as inconsiderable as his ill-temper, which was more than half-feigned to mask his anxiety, laughed quietly, meanwhile inspecting their find with a critical eye.
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