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Good night, Mr. Hamel. I am quite sure that you will not be disturbed again." Hamel neither felt nor showed any disposition to depart. "Mr. Fentolin," he said, "I hope that you will not think that I am officious or in any way abusing your hospitality, but I cannot help suggesting that as Dr.
Meekins, burn some more of the powder. The atmosphere down here may be salubrious, but I am unaccustomed to it." "Perhaps," Mr. Dunster said in a hollow tone, "you will have some opportunity now of discovering with me what it is like." "That, too, is just possible," Mr. Fentolin admitted, blowing out a little volume of smoke from a cigarette which he had just lit, "but one never knows.
I have been a good many years like this, you know." "It is a great affliction," Hamel murmured sympathetically. "In my youth I was an athlete," Mr. Fentolin continued. "I played cricket for the Varsity and for my county. I hunted, too, and shot. I did all the things a man loves to do. I might still shoot, they tell me, but my strength has ebbed away.
Hamel, you have been so kind that I feel moved to tell you this. It would make it very much easier for all of us if you would give up this scheme of yours, if you would stay on here instead of going to reside at the Tower." Hamel threw away his cigarette. He was deeply interested. "Mrs. Fentolin," he said, "I am glad to have you speak so plainly. Let me answer you in the same spirit.
Fentolin himself escorted the inspector into the library and ordered whisky and cigars. "I don't know whether I am unreasonably curious," Mr. Fentolin remarked, "but is it really true that you have had enquiries from Scotland Yard about the poor fellow up-stairs?" "We had a very important enquiry indeed, sir," the inspector replied.
You can't see her, but she's not fifty miles off at this minute. I landed at Sheringham this morning, hired a car and made the best of my way here. Message from the Admiral, sir." Mr. Fentolin smiled genially. "We are delighted to see you, Lieutenant Godfrey," he said. "Have some breakfast." "You are very good, sir," the officer answered. "Business first.
Mr. Fentolin thoughtfully contemplated the burning end of his cigarette for a moment. "If I believed," he said, "that there was any chance of your statements being accepted, I am afraid I should be compelled, in all our interests, to ask Doctor Sarson to pursue just a step further that experiment into the anatomy of your brain with which he has already trifled." Mr.
"Not particularly." "I am not sure that I trust him," Mr. Fentolin continued. "He had a telegram yesterday from a man in the Foreign Office, a telegram which I did not see. He took the trouble to walk three miles to send the reply to it from another office." "But after all," Mrs. Fentolin protested, "you know who he is. You know that he is Peter Hamel's son.
Gerald nodded. "Our train ran off the line and pitched down an embankment. Mr. Dunster has concussion of the brain. He and I were taken to a miserable little inn near Wymondham. From there I hired a motor-car and brought him here." "You hired a motor-car and brought him here," Mr. Fentolin repeated softly. "My dear boy forgive me if I find this a little hard to understand.
The one thing to avoid in the giving away of money is pauperisation. What do you think, Florence?" His sister-in-law, who was seated at the other end of the table, looked across at him with a bright but stereotyped smile. "I agree with you, of course, Miles. I always agree with you. Mr. Fentolin has the knack of being right about most things," she continued, turning to Lord Saxthorpe.
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