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But the sight of these smart-looking strangers, evidently from town, filled her with discomfort, and she shyly drew up behind Mr. Coulson. "But, Mr. Oliver," he was saying, "there must surely be some justice in his claim. Why, Mr. McLachlan has lived here for twenty years, and changed the place from dense woods to what you see now."
Towards the dinner-hour the crowd slackened; Hester began to replenish decanters and bottles, and to bring out a fresh cake before she went home to dinner; and Coulson and Philip looked over the joint present they always made to her on this day. It was a silk handkerchief of the prettiest colours they could pick out of the shop, intended for her to wear round her neck.
Then he turned on his heel and went back to see how his cabin companion was faring. Mr. Coulson was sitting on the edge of his bunk. He had awakened with a terrible headache and a sense of some hideous indiscretion. It was not until he had examined every paper in his pocket and all his money that he had begun to feel more comfortable. And in the meantime he had forgotten altogether to be seasick.
But it ended successfully; and before the first snow fell, Philip was best man at his partner's wedding. But before Coulson was married, many small events happened small events to all but Philip. To him they were as the sun and moon.
Never trust May. Mr. Coulson twisted the ends of his white mustache, cursed his foot, and pounded a bell on the table by his side. In came Mrs. Widdup. She was comely to the eye, fair, flustered, forty and foxy. "Higgins is out, sir," she said, with a smile suggestive of vibratory massage. "He went to post a letter. Can I do anything for you, sir?" "It's time for my aconite," said old Mr. Coulson.
Locked in his room on the fifth floor of the hotel, he carefully perused the contents of several letters. A little later he rang and ordered his bill. At four o'clock he left the Gare du Nord for London. Like many other great men, Mr. Coulson was not without his weakness. He was brave, shrewd, and far-seeing. He enjoyed excellent health, and he scarcely knew the meaning of the word nerves.
'It were Willie Coulson as telled me, as solemn and serious as one man can speak to another; and he said it weren't the first nor the last time as he had made his own game with young women. 'And how dare yo' come here to me wi' yo'r backbiting tales? said Sylvia, shivering all over with passion. Philip tried to keep calm, and to explain.
If he has not yet arrived, my secretary shall telephone for him." Mr. Coulson indicated his approval. "Seems to me," he remarked, "that I have struck a fortunate evening for my visit." Sir Edward touched the bell and his secretary appeared. "Sidney," he said, "I want you to find the gentleman whose name I am writing upon this piece of paper.
"Did you ever form any idea as to the nature of his work?" Inspector Jacks asked. "Bless you, no!" Mr. Coulson replied, brushing his hair vigorously. "It never entered into my head to ask him, and I never heard him mention it. I only know that he was a quiet-living, decent sort of a chap, but, as I put it to our young friend the newspaper man, he was a crank." The Inspector was disappointed.
Coulson was obviously a man of common sense. His words were clearly pronounced, and his reasoning sound. They had reached the courtyard of the hotel now, and the reporter began to express his gratitude. "My first drink on English soil," Mr. Coulson said, as he handed his suitcase to the hall-porter, "is always " "It's on me," the young man declared quickly.
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