FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113  
114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   >>   >|  
he came into the Bay. However, I found out for him that she wouldn't be in until next evening, so of course he settled down to wait. Very quiet, reserved old fellow--never said much." "Did he go off on the tender next night?" asked Gilling. "He did--and came back with this other gentleman and his baggage--this Mr. Greyle," answered the landlord. "Mr. Chatfield had booked a room for Mr. Greyle." "And what sort of man was Mr. Greyle?" inquired Gilling. "That's really the important thing. You've an exceptionally good memory--I can see that. Tell us all you can recollect about him." "I can recollect plenty," replied the landlord, shaking his head. "As for his looks--a tallish, slightly-built young fellow, between, I should say, twenty-five and twenty-eight. Stooped a good bit. Very dark hair and eyes--eyes a good deal sunken in his face. Very pale--good-looking--good features. But ill--my sakes! he was ill!" "Ill!" exclaimed Gilling, with a glance at Copplestone. "Really ill!" "He was that ill," said the landlord, "that me and my wife never expected to see him get up that next morning. We wanted them to have a doctor but Mr. Greyle himself said that it was nothing, but that he had some heart trouble and that the voyage had made it worse. He said that if he took some medicine which he had with him, and a drop of hot brandy-and-water, and got a good night's sleep he'd be all right. And next morning he seemed better, and he got up to breakfast--but my wife said to me that if she'd seen death on a man's face it was on his! She's a bit of a persuasive tongue, has my wife, and when she heard that these two gentlemen were thinking of going a long journey--right away to the far north, it was, I believe--she got 'em to go and see the doctor first, for she felt that Mr. Greyle wasn't fit for the exertion." "Did they go?" asked Gilling. "They did! I talked, myself, to the old gentleman," replied the landlord. "And I showed them the way to our own doctor--Dr. Tretheway. And as a result of what he said to them, I heard them decide to break up their journey into stages, as you might term it. They left here for Bristol that afternoon--to stay the night there." "You're sure of that?--Bristol?" asked Gilling. "Ought to be," replied the landlord, with laconic assurance. "I went to the station with them and saw them off. They booked to Bristol--anyway--first class." Gilling looked at his companion. "I think we'd bett
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113  
114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Gilling
 

Greyle

 

landlord

 

replied

 

Bristol

 
doctor
 
twenty
 

journey

 
recollect
 

morning


fellow

 

gentleman

 
booked
 

gentlemen

 
brandy
 

thinking

 
breakfast
 
persuasive
 

tongue

 

result


laconic

 

afternoon

 

assurance

 

companion

 

looked

 

station

 

stages

 

exertion

 

talked

 

showed


medicine

 
decide
 

Tretheway

 

important

 

inquired

 
answered
 

Chatfield

 
plenty
 

shaking

 
exceptionally

memory
 

baggage

 
evening
 
wouldn
 

However

 

settled

 
tender
 

reserved

 
Really
 

expected