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Toller. Can you find me a messenger to take a note to Trimley Deen?" "We have no messengers in this lonesome place, sir." "Very well. Then I must take my own message. You will see me again, as soon as I can get back." Mr. Toller's ready curiosity was roused in a moment. "Perhaps, you wish to have a look at the repairs?" he suggested in his most insinuating manner.
Short ears in the new-born lamb were prophetic of desirable points which would duly appear when the creature became a sheep; long ears, on the other hand, indicated that the cross had failed. A crucial experiment on these lines was being conducted by aid of a ram which had been specially imported from Spain, and the whole thing had been left to Toller's supervision.
I directed the lawyer to take no steps whatever in the matter, and to pay the poor old fellow's funeral expenses, on my account. He had died intestate. The law took care of his money until his daughter appeared; and the mill, being my property, I gave to Toller's surviving partner our good Gloody. And what did I do next?
In the days of Toller's first madness, it had been his habit to wander over Clun Downs, equipped in this manner, He had lived in some fastness of his own devising, and supplied his larder by the occasional slaughter of a stolen sheep, whose skull he would split with a blow from the flint axe.
It was characteristic of Toller's cunning that his plunder was all obtained from afar, and seldom twice from the same place. He would go ten miles to the north to steal a lamb; next time, as far to the south to steal a goose. The plundered area lay along the circumference of great circles, with radii of ten, fifteen, twenty miles, of which his abode was the centre.
Toller at one of his Christmas dinner-parties, speaking to Mr. Farebrother on his right hand. "Not much, I am sorry to say," answered the Vicar, accustomed to parry Mr. Toller's banter about his belief in the new medical light. "I am out of the way and he is too busy." "Is he? I am glad to hear it," said Dr. Minchin, with mingled suavity and surprise.
I seized the weapon by the barrel, and snatched it away from him. As the charge exploded harmlessly between us, I struck him on the head with the butt-end of the pistol. He dropped on the landing. The door of Toller's room opened behind me. He stood speechless; the report of the pistol had terrified him.
Things from the abyss of Time that float upwards into dreams sleeping things whose breath sometimes breaks the surface of our waking consciousness, like bubbles rising from the depths of Lethe these had become the sober certainties of Toller's life. The superincumbent waters had parted asunder, and the children of the deep were all astir.
Shortly after Toller's disappearance, Snarley said to Mrs. Abel, "Me and 'the Shepherd' has been talkin' it over. He sez to me, 'Snarley, when you lose a sheep, you goes after it into the wilderness, and you looks and looks till you finds. But this time it's a shepherd that's lost. Now you stay quiet where you are, and keep your eyes and ears open day and night.
Will you receive her, brother Stephen? and take care of her? and do it as soon as possible?" Mr. Stephen Toller's cordial reply mentioned that his vessel was ready to sail, and would pass the mouth of The Loke on her southward voyage. His brother caught at the idea thus suggested. I have alluded to Giles Toller's sly look to his lodger, when I returned the manuscript of the confession.
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