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In the meantime, I, who relate to you these so veritable stories, hid myself under a burdock-leaf, which was not much less in largeness than the arch of the bridge of Montrible, but when I saw them thus covered, I went towards them to shelter myself likewise; which I could not do, for that they were so, as the saying is, At the yard's end there is no cloth left.
And then, to make the matter still worse, you trail your bedrabbled dress into all the mud and water and tobacco filth on the yard's width you occupy in walking, exhibiting the strangest spectacle of civilized humanity that can well be imagined, a woman claiming good sense, sweeping the streets all about her to make cold and wet her already almost bare feet and ankles! Nor is this all.
"You saw our young captain come up while I was with the 'Pollard' down on the bottom, didn't you?" inquired the yard's owner. "Yes," admitted Mr. Melville, grudgingly, while Don half scowled, then turned his head away. "But how is the thing done?" "That," replied Jacob Farnum, courteously, "at the request of Captain John Benson, must remain a secret for the present."
Inquiries set afoot in London, with the object of discovering all that could be learnt of Nepcote's career and Violet Heredith's single life, occupied an important share in Scotland Yard's renewed investigations into the Heredith murder. Caldew was sent to Heredith to look for new facts.
"May I speak with your watch officer?" he called. "I am the commanding officer," Mr. Mayhew called down, in the cold, even, dulled voice of a man in trouble. "I am Mr. Farnum, owner of the yard. May I come on board?" "Be glad to have you," Lieutenant Commander Mayhew responded. So Mr. Farnum went nimbly up over the side. "May I ask what is the trouble here, sir?" asked the yard's owner.
I obeyed precisely, and had not fairly reached the yard's end when Verbitzsky, running very silently, came up beside me. "I think they must be still fancying that I'm standing over them," he chuckled. "No, they are shooting! Now, out they come!" From where we now stood in shadow we could see Nolenki and his men rush furiously out from under the bridge.
Yet is was not long before the yard's owner pulled out his watch to look at the dial. Eleven minutes had passed since the disappearance of the submarine. The next time Farnum glanced at his watch the time had lengthened to fifteen minutes. Then the time dragged by to half an hour. David Pollard was fighting hard to conceal the nervous dread that had seized him.
Then forthwith, all the company set themselves in violent motion, the women rushing up to me with their palms and fingers spread out in my face, without touching me, however, as they wheeled round me at about a yard's distance, crying: "A man from the north country, hee, hee!" and the fellows acting just in the same way, rushing up with their hands spread out, and then wheeling round me with cries of "A man from the north country, hoo, hoo!"
And the thief or thieves made as clean a get-away as you ever laid your eyes on! I tell you, man, it's enough to send an average person daft! The whole of Scotland Yard's been on the thing, and we haven't traced 'em yet! What do you make of it, old chap?" "As pretty a kettle of fish as I ever came across," responded Cleek, with an enigmatic smile.
Enid sat in one comfortable basket-chair, Hubert in another, at a yard's distance. Their conversation went on in fragments, interspersed by long pauses filled up by an orchestra of birds in the branches overhead. "I do not remember her name exactly," said Enid. "The Tollemaches were talking about her yesterday; they heard her in town last week.
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