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You careless scoundrel, you haven't given me my knife!" Beaumaroy sprang to his feet with a muttered exclamation: "It's all my fault, sir. I forgot to give it to Hooper. I always lock it up when I go out." He went to a little oak sideboard and unlocked a drawer, then came back to Mr. Saffron's side. "Here it is, and I humbly apologize."
Saffron, with his pitiful delusion of greatness, of a greatness, too, which now had suffered an eclipse almost as tragical as that which had befallen his own reason. What an irony in his mad aping of it now! "I will come, Mr. Beaumaroy, on condition that you give me candidly and truthfully all the information which, as Mr. Saffron's medical attendant, I am entitled to ask."
Saffron's abode the square cottage with the odd round tower annexed. "There you are!" The Sergeant's voice instinctively kept to a whisper. "That's what you want to see." "But I can't see it not so as to get any clear idea." No lights showed from the cottage, nor, of course, from the Tower; its only window had been, as Mr. Penrose said, boarded up.
Saffron, high up in the great chair, sitting erect, seemed now actually to dominate the scene Beaumaroy standing by, with an arm on the back of the chair, holding a tall glass full of the golden wine ready to Mr. Saffron's command; the old man reached up his thin right hand, took it, and sipped with evident pleasure. Alec Naylor was embarrassed; he sat in silence.
Saffron is of perfectly sound understanding, and capable of making a valid will. You did me the honor " "No, no!" he interrupted in a low but rather strangely vehement protest. "I begged the favor " "As you like! The favor then, of asking me to give you my opinion as your friend, as well as my view as Mr. Saffron's doctor."
And, anyhow, his medical adviser tells me there is no reason to suppose that my old friend is not compos mentis." "Irechester says that?" "Mr. Saffron's medical attendant is Dr. Arkroyd." As he spoke the noise from above suddenly ceased. Since neither of the men in the parlor spoke, there ensued a minute of what seemed intense silence; it was such a change.
"Beaumaroy's not your patient, is he?" "His employer, I suppose he's his employer, Saffron is. Well, I thought it advisable to see Saffron alone. I tried to. Saffron was reluctant, this man here openly against it. Next time I shall insist. Because I think, mind you, at present I no more than think, that there's more in Saffron's case than meets the eye." Naylor glanced at him, smiling.
"But I can't deal with you on that basis. It's even difficult to be friends on that basis and certainly impossible to be partners." "I never suggested that we should be partners over the money," Beaumaroy put in quickly. "No. But I'm suggesting now as you did before that we should be partners in a secret, in Mr. Saffron's secret."
I should like to know them, if it was not desirable for me to live an entirely secluded life." Mr. Saffron's speech was very distinct and clean cut, rather rapid, high in tone but not disagreeable. "You make pure fun of this Miss Wall, as you do of so many things, Hector, but " he smiled up at Beaumaroy "inquisitiveness is not our favorite sin just now!"
Saffron's life before he ascended the throne on which he still sat in the Tower represented all that Beaumaroy knew of his old friend before they met indeed he knew scarcely as much. He told the brief story to Doctor Mary in the parlor. She heard him listlessly; all that was not much to the point on which her thoughts were set, and did not answer the riddle which the scene in the Tower put to her.
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