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But I am an annual subscriber because of Bill, and I have written a short article for the first issue also because of Bill. It is a most thundering scoop for the Daily, and made the Boss most awfully bucked up with me. You are a brick, dear old Governor." A little tear rolled out of Professor Wyvern's silly old eye, and he blew his nose in a series of terrific thunder-claps. "There!" he said.
'The night is fine, said the vicar; 'I will walk half a mile with you. They left the Vicarage, and ten yards from the door turned into the path which would enable them to avoid the village street. Not two minutes after their quitting the main road the spot was passed by Adela herself, who was walking towards Mr. Wyvern's dwelling.
Miss Wyvern's wedding was over, the day and the bride had gone, and it was half-past ten at night, when Sir Horace, answering a hurry call from headquarters, drove post haste to Superintendent Narkom's private room, and passing in under a red and green lamp which burned over the doorway, entered and met that "surprise."
The equivoque was obviated by Mr. Wyvern's tone. 'I have heard stories about Adela Waltham. Is there any truth in them? 'I fear so; I fear so. 'That she is really going to marry Mr. Mutimer? He tried to speak the name without discourtesy, but his lips writhed after it. 'I fear she is going to marry him, said the vicar deliberately. Hubert held his peace. 'It troubles me.
For, although he dressed and went out and haunted the neighbourhood of Sir Horace Wyvern's house for hours on end, he saw nothing of her that day. Nor did he see her the next, nor the next, nor yet the next again.
The fork-tail's head swung, imitating the movements of the wolverine as it had earlier mimicked the swaying of the disk in the Wyvern's hand. Togi came in from the other side. They might have been hounds keeping a bull in play. And never had they shown such perfect team work, almost as if they could sense what Shann desired of them. That forked tail lashed viciously, a formidable weapon.
"We have enough people that is, counting the Wyvern's men, who, I have no doubt, would all volunteer," I hastened to add, as my eye fell upon three or four of those whom we had taken out of the launch, and who, what with starvation and their still unhealed wounds, looked more fit for a hospital than for boat duty.
Wyvern's mode of instituting acquaintance with his parishioner; one felt that he was a man of pronounced originality, and that he might be trusted in his variance from the wonted modes. The view from the windows gave him a subject for his first remarks. Mrs. Waltham had been in some fear of a question which would go to the roots of her soul's history; it would have been in keeping with his visage.
Carry your mind back, will you, to the night when your cousin to the night two years ago when Sir Horace Wyvern's daughter had her wedding presents stolen and you, I believe, had rather a trying moment with that fellow who was known as 'The Vanishing Cracksman. You can remember it, can you not?" "Remember it? I shall never forget it.
It wasn't until after he'd left that the super he sees a note on the chair where the blighter had been sitting, and when he opened it, there it was in black and white, something like this: "'The list of presents that have been sent for the wedding to-morrow of Sir Horace Wyvern's eldest daughter make interesting reading, particularly that part which describes the jewels sent no doubt as a tribute to her father's position as the greatest brain specialist in the world from the Austrian Court and the Continental principalities.
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