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"Their ambassadors in London profess to know nothing. That, of course, is their reasonable attitude, but there's no doubt whatever that the conference has been planned. I should say that to-night we are nearer war, if we can summon enough spirit to fight, than we have been since Fashoda." "Queer if I have returned just in time for the scrap," Hamel remarked thoughtfully.
"Take it any way you like," Kinsley replied. "Look at me. Nine years ago we played cricket in the same eleven. I don't look much like cricket now, do I?" Hamel looked at his companion thoughtfully. For a man who was doubtless still young, Kinsley had certainly an aged appearance. The hair about his temples was grey; there were lines about his mouth and forehead.
Fentolin looked up from underneath his eyelids. His glance was quick and penetrating. "Why this haste?" Hamel shrugged his shoulders. "To tell you the truth," he admitted, "I had an idea while I was reading an article on cantilever bridges this morning. I want to work it out." Mr. Fentolin glanced behind him. The door of the dining-room was closed. The servants had disappeared.
I am going to bed, and I am going to sleep. That couldn't have been a light I saw at all. I couldn't have heard anything. I am going to sleep." Hamel awoke to find his room filled with sunshine and a soft wind blowing in through the open window. There was a pleasant odour of coffee floating up from the kitchen. He looked at his watch it was past eight o'clock.
"How perfectly charming of you to come up and relieve a little our sad loneliness! Delightful, I call it, of you. I was just saying so to Miles." Hamel looked around the room. Already his heart was beginning to sink. "Miss Fentolin is well, I hope?" he asked. "Well, but a very naughty girl," her mother declared.
Then one must have courage enough to be false even to one's word." "Have you talked to my sister like that?" Gerald asked eagerly. "I have and I will again," Hamel declared. "To-morrow morning I leave this house, but before I go I mean to have the affair of this man Dunster cleared up. Your uncle will be very angry with me, without a doubt. I don't care.
Fentolin glided on to the threshold. He was still dressed. He propelled his chair a few yards down the corridor and beckoned them to approach. "I am so sorry," he said softly, "that you should have been disturbed, Mr. Hamel. We have been a little anxious about our mysterious guest. Doctor Sarson fetched me an hour ago.
It was Kinsley's servant who answered. "I want to speak to Mr. Kinsley at once upon most important business," Hamel announced. "Very sorry, sir," the man repelled. "Mr. Kinsley left town last night for the country." "Where has he gone?" Hamel demanded quickly. "You can tell me. You know who I am; I am Mr. Hamel." "Into Norfolk somewhere, sir. He went with several other gentlemen."
No one in the world who lives to grow old, and who has loved and felt the fire of it in his veins, can pass that line without sorrow, or look back without a pang. I am among a great army. Well, well, I shall paint no more to-day," he concluded abruptly. "Where is your servant?" Hamel asked. Mr. Fentolin glanced around him carelessly. "He has wandered away out of sight.
The eyes of the public have been directed to the successful operations at Beaumont Hamel and Beaucourt. They have not been directed to the misery and horror that were endured heroically but unavailingly on the slopes between Eaucourt L'Abbaye and Le Barque.
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