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Lammersfield smiled tolerantly: "You have been busy, Mr. Lyndon, and some of the more important facts of modern history have possibly escaped you. McCurdy resigned from the Government nearly three months ago." "But Sir George Frinton!" I exclaimed. "Why, I know the old boy; I have a standing invitation to go and look him up."
"My sagacity is famous," said Mr. Prohack to himself. "And I never showed more of it than in leaving Frinton instantly. Few men would have had the sense and the resolution to do it." And he went on praising himself to himself. Such was the mood of this singular man. Hunger Mr. Prohack's hunger drew them up at Frating, a village a few miles short of Colchester.
Spatt begged guests, if there were any, to excuse the quaint and indeed unusual custom, pardonable only on the plea that any tidings from London ought to be savoured instantly in such a place as Frinton. After leaving his little pile untouched for some time, Mr.
"There's nobody that is anybody named Spatt living at Frinton," said Miss Ingate. "They haven't been there long." "Oh!" murmured Miss Ingate. "Of course if that's it...! I can't guarantee what's happened since I began my pilgrimages. But I think I shall wriggle off home quietly as soon as we get to Colchester. This afternoon's business has been too feverish for me.
"And are we free now?" inquired Tommy, with a rather pathetic glance at the clock. "You should be very shortly," returned Lammersfield. "Mr. Casement has gone across to the Home Office to explain the latest developments to Sir George Frinton. We are expecting them both here at any moment." "Sir George Frinton?" I echoed. "Why, I thought Mr. McCurdy was at the Home Office."
They went on talking.... A silver tongue vibrated from the hall with solemn British deliberation One! Two! The air throbbed to the sound for many seconds. "Good heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack, rising in alarm. "And this is Frinton!" She let him out herself, with all soft precautions against shocking the Frintonian world.
The car kept the rendezvous, and Mr. Prohack inspected Frinton from the car. He admired the magnificent reserve of Frinton, which was the most English place he had ever seen. The houses gave nothing away; the shivering shopping ladies in the streets gave nothing away; and certainly the shops gave nothing away. It ignored the end of the existing social order, and lo! there was no end.
It overlooked, from a height, the grounds of the Frinton Sports Club, and a new member of this club, upon first beholding the residence, had made the immortal remark: "It wants at least fourteen people to look at it."
"Yes, you can, and yet you can't!" exclaimed Miss Ingate. "You can, and yet you can't!" "I met Miss Ingate on Frinton front," Jane Foley proceeded. "She was just getting into her carriage. I had my bag and I asked her to drive me to the station. 'To the station? she said. 'What for? There's no train to-night." "No more there wasn't!"
They turned and descended across the Greensward to the shore, which was lined with hundreds of bathing huts, each christened with a name, and each deserted, for the by-laws of the Frinton Urban District Council judiciously forbade that the huts should be used as sleeping-chambers. The tide was very low.
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