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I give you more than my word; the credit of the work is so much to me. I beg to take only one-half of the money now the other half when you have seen with your own eyes " "Enough. I am in your hands, Monsieur Guidet, for the clock shall not be started until I am gone." "Gone?" The little man looked blank. "Your clock is there to carry out the wishes of a dead man." "Ah!" Guidet understood at last.
The maker constructed it in a locked room in this house, of which my master had the key, and I think my master knew even more about it than Monsoor Guidet did. Is the temperature here agreeable to you, sir?" "A trifle warm, don't you think?" "It shall be regulated to suit you, sir. Mr. Craig was sensitive to a degree, one way or the other."
"I am only sorry I shall not be your first customer, Guidet." Christopher blotted the cheque and handed it across the table. "So you must oblige me by accepting instead what I have written there." The little man read the words the figures and gulped. Then his arms went out as if to embrace the man who sat smiling so very wearily. "It is too much too much!" he cried, almost weeping.
A fortnight later, Caw, in his little sitting-room, was entertaining Monsieur Guidet to afternoon tea. The Frenchman had just completed the operation of replacing Christopher's clock with one of similar aspect minus the glamour and mystery of pendulum and fluid. "Monsoor," said Caw, "excuse my asking it again, but could you not have done what the bullet did?" "Perhaps, Mr. Caw, only perhaps.
And just then the doctor entered supporting Caw, who looked dazed and wretched. Alan shook his limp hand and helped him to a seat beside Guidet which was an error of judgment, for the Frenchman's eloquence was loosened afresh. "Ah, poor Mr. Caw," he cried, patting the sufferer affectionately. "But never mind, for now you have the enemy on the toast! Cheer up, for I will tell you a good choke!
"You are rich, but why why do you give me five hundred pounds?" "Perhaps," said Christopher sadly, "that you may remember me kindly." His hand, now shaky, went up to check the other's flow of gratitude. "I'm afraid I must ask you to go now. I must rest you understand?" Guidet rose. "So long as we live," he said solemnly, "my family and I will not forget. And if it would give you longer life, Mr.
He was tempted to smash the thick glass there and then. Only that mysterious, sluggish, iridescent fluid deterred him. The cruel man is usually exceedingly sensitive about his own skin. But with an inspiration he made a note of the words minutely engraved on the rim surrounding the dial "A. Guidet, Glasgow." Then with a curse he departed. On reaching the car he found Flitch in a dismal state.
"Monsoor," he said very quietly, "I respectfully ask the lady and the gentleman here present to bear witness to a promise which I am ready to put in writing. ... If I am alive when that clock stops, about a year hence, I will pay you, Monsoor, a thousand pounds." Guidet sprang up and sat down again. He appealed to Alan. "What does he mean, Mr. Craik?"
I do not waste a good clean card on you, but I will give you satisfaction when you like after you come out of the jail!" Alan had grabbed Bullard's right wrist. "Teddy, take the madman away," he cried, and Teddy removed Guidet, who went obediently, but blowing like a porpoise, to a seat by the wall. Lancaster, looking ill, had sunk into an easy-chair by the fire.
And put a chair for Monsieur Guidet there no, nearer that's right. Order a cab to take Monsieur to the steamer. He and I will have a chat till you return.... Monsieur, come and sit down." As Caw left the room the Frenchman turned from his completed handiwork to accept his patron's invitation.
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