l visitors,
including a local reporter, called, but were put off till the morrow, on
the not unnatural plea that the long-separated couple desired a little
privacy. The three sat silent, the ex-pilot, with wrinkled brows, trying
hard to decipher the lip-language in which the captain addressed him
whenever he had an opportunity, but could only dimly guess its purport,
when the captain pressed his huge fist into the service as well.
Mrs. Pepper rose at length, and went into the back room to prepare tea.
As she left the door open, however, and took the captain's hat with her,
he built no hopes on her absence, but turned furiously to the ex-pilot.
"What's to be done?" he inquired in a fierce whisper. "This can't go
on."
"It'll have to," whispered the other.
"Now, look here," said Crippen menacingly, "I'm going into the kitchen
to make a clean breast of it. I'm sorry for you, but I've done the best
I can. Come and help me to explain."
He turned to the kitchen, but the other, with the strength born of
despair, seized him by the sleeve and held him back.
"She'll kill me," he whispered breathlessly.
"I can't help it," said Crippen, shaking him off. "Serve you right."
"And she'll tell the folks outside, and they'll kill you," continued
Pepper.
The captain sat down again, and confronted him with a face as pale as
his own.
"The last train leaves at eight," whispered the pilot hurriedly. "It's
desperate, but it's the only thing you can do. Take her for a stroll up
by the fields near the railway station. You can see the train coming in
for a mile off nearly. Time yourself carefully, and make a bolt for it.
She can't run."
The entrance of their victim with the tea-tray stopped the conversation;
but the captain nodded acceptance behind her back, and then, with a
forced gaiety, sat down to tea.
For the first time since his successful appearance he became loquacious,
and spoke so freely of incidents in the life of the man he was
impersonating that the ex-pilot sat in a perfect fever lest he
should blunder. The meal finished, he proposed a stroll, and, as the
unsuspecting Mrs. Pepper tied on her bonnet, slapped his leg, and winked
confidently at his fellow-conspirator.
"I'm not much of a walker," said the innocent Mrs. Pepper, "so you must
go slowly."
The captain nodded, and at Pepper's suggestion left by the back way, to
avoid the gaze of the curious.
For some time after their departure Pepper sat smok
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