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"Before lunch." Mr. Prohack paid his bill and packed. "Which way, sir?" Carthew asked, as the Eagle moved from under the portico of the hotel. "There is only one road out of Frinton," said Mr. Prohack. "It's the road you came in by. Take it. I want to get off as quickly as possible. The climate of this place is the most dangerous and deceptive I was ever in."
How had the fellow guessed that they would take the longer Epping road instead of the shorter Romford road? "When shall we be arriving in Frinton?" Musa inquired, beatific. "We shan't be arriving in Frinton any more," said Audrey. "We must go straight to London." "It is like a dream," Musa murmured, as it were in ecstasy. Then his features changed and he almost screamed: "But my violin! My violin!
"I was sorry to bother you, Frinton," he said pleasantly, "but the matter has so much to do with your department I thought you ought to be present." Sir George waved away the apology. "You were perfectly right, Lord Lammersfield perfectly right. I should have come over in any case. It is an astounding story. I have been amazed positively amazed at Mr. Casement's revelations.
"That won't matter," said Audrey, who was now becoming accustomed to the world of conspiracy and chicane in which Jane Foley carried on her existence with such a deceiving air of the matter-of-fact. "We'll go anywhere, won't we, Winnie?" And Miss Ingate assented. "Well," said Jane Foley. "I've just had a telegram arranging for us to go to Frinton."
Prohack at once despatched a third telegram to his wife: "But it has charming weaknesses. Love. Arthur." Extraordinarily happy and gay, he drove out of Frinton to see the remainder of North East Essex in the enheartening east wind. In the evening he fell asleep in the lounge while waiting for dinner, having dressed a great deal too soon and being a great deal too full of east wind.
Otherwise he might never have reached Frinton. He found himself in a sort of club, about sixty feet by six, where everybody knew everybody except Mr. Prohack, and where cards and other games, tea and other drinks, tobacco and other weeds, were being played and consumed in an atmosphere of the utmost conviviality. Mr. Prohack was ignored, but he was not objected to.
"The fact is, I have been so much abroad," I began apologetically He cut me short by producing a little silver case from his pocket and handing me one of his cards. "Permit me, sir," he said indulgently. I took it and read the following inscription: RT. HON. SIR GEORGE FRINTON, P.C. The Reform Club. I remembered him at once.
She went within the room and he pushed the door to, without, however, quite shutting it. "Now about the tank-room, Miss Moze," he began quietly. "You say it's locked?" "Yes," said the quaking Audrey. "As a matter of form I'd better just look in. Will you kindly let me have the key?" "I can't," said Audrey. "Why not?" Audrey acquired tranquillity as she went on: "It's at Frinton.
Prohack admitted, his tone implying that while putting Lady Massulam in a class apart, he had wit enough to put his wife too in a class apart, the subtlest thing. "I quite expected to meet you again in Frinton," said Lady Massulam simply. "How abrupt you are in your methods!" "Only when it's a case of self-preservation," Mr. Prohack responded, gazing at her with daring significance.
Then he turned to Latimer. "I think it would be as well if I explained the position before Casement and Frinton arrive." Latimer expressed his agreement, and motioning me to a chair, Lord Lammersfield again seated himself at the table. His manner, though still quite friendly and unstilted, had suddenly become serious. "For the moment, Mr. Lyndon," he said, "the Prime Minister is out of London.
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