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"I am like a diver," he answered, "who has to come to the surface every now and then for fresh air. Life down at Salthouse is very nearly the acme of stagnation. Our only excitement day by day is the danger and the hope." "Is Cecil getting braver?" the Princess asked. "I think that he is, a little," Forrest answered. The Princess nodded. "We met him at the Bellamy Smiths'," she said.
"I should like," he said to Jeanne, "to introduce you to my friend. You have met him before down at the Red Hall, and on the island, but that scarcely counts. Westerham, this is Miss Le Mesurier. You remember that you saw her at Salthouse." The Duke shook hands with the girl, looking at her attentively. His manner was kind, but his eyes seemed to be questioning her all the time.
We want some one to go down to Salthouse not exactly as a spy, you know, but some one who has his wits about him. We are all of us very curious about this man Fentolin. There are no end of rumours which I won't mention to you, for they might only put you off the scent. But the man seems to be always intriguing.
In Barclay's boarding-house, in Williamstown, we had to take a spell in the middle of a mouthful. I have seen steak there that would have pauled a chaff-cutter. In the dining-room at Salthouse Lane there lived the wildest, most eccentric clock I ever saw in all my travels. It had a most remarkable way of striking quite peculiar to itself. We used to dine at one o'clock.
Was it not natural that they should go down to the "Old Dock," or the "Salthouse," or the "New Dock," and there be gratified with a sight of a ship of which they little as they were were still part-owners? We took them on deck and showed them where a bloody battle had been fought on the very deck and spot on which their little feet pattered about.
A proud young cedar, growing straight and tall among his slender admirers, was soon found, and as the white man's axe for the first time since cedars grew upon Clarke's Island bit into the heart of one of their number, we well might fancy that, mingling with the east wind and the sound of the surf on Salthouse Beach rose the echo of the dirge, startling the sailors of Egean shores, long before,
"And all downhill." "Towards the sea, then?" "Straight to the sea," Gerald told him. "The place we are making for is St. David's Hall, near Salthouse." The chauffeur seemed a little startled. "Why, that's Squire Fentolin's house!" Gerald nodded. "That is where we are going. You follow this road almost straight ahead." The chauffeur slipped in the clutch.
I thought that I would go away into the country, somewhere where I could think quietly. I went to Salthouse because it was the only place I knew." "You are the maddest child!" the Princess exclaimed. Jeanne smiled, a little wearily. "If I have been mad," she said, "I have come to my senses again." The Count leaned toward her eagerly.
"It's only a coincidence, of course," Furley went on, "but number thirty-eight happens to be the two-mile block of seacoast of which this cottage is just about the centre. It stretches to Cley on one side and Salthouse on the other, and inland as far as Dutchman's Common.
"They are Russian," she told him. "I bought them for that reason. As a matter of fact, they are very good tyres." "Miss Abbeway," the Colonel said, "I don't know whether you are aware that my police are in search of a spy who is reported to have escaped from the marshes last night in a small motor-car which was left at a certain spot in the Salthouse road.
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