The Vanishing Man eBook

R Austin Freeman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 356 pages of information about The Vanishing Man.

My guest rose hastily, and I, with many apologies for having detained him, proceeded to fulfil my promise to guide him to his destination.  As we sallied forth together the glamour of Egypt faded by degrees, and when he shook my hand stiffly at the gate of the Bellinghams’ house, all his vivacity and enthusiasm had vanished, leaving the taciturn lawyer, dry, uncommunicative, and not a little suspicious.



The “Great Lexicographer”—­tutelary deity of my adopted habitat—­has handed down to shuddering posterity a definition of the act of eating which might have been framed by a dyspeptic ghoul.  “Eat:  to devour with the mouth.”  It is a shocking view to take of so genial a function:  cynical, indelicate, and finally unforgivable by reason of its very accuracy.  For, after all, that is what eating amounts to, if one must needs express it with such crude brutality.  But if “the ingestion of alimentary substances”—­to ring a modern change upon the older formula—­is in itself a process material even unto carnality, it is undeniable that it forms a highly agreeable accompaniment to more psychic manifestations.

And so, as the lamplight, re-enforced by accessory candles, falls on the little table in the first-floor room looking on Fetter Lane—­only now the curtains are drawn—­the conversation is not the less friendly and bright for a running accompaniment executed with knives and forks, for clink of goblet and jovial gurgle of wine-flask.  On the contrary, to one of us, at least—­to wit, Godfrey Bellingham—­the occasion is one of uncommon festivity, and his boyish enjoyment of the simple feast makes pathetic suggestions of hard times, faced uncomplainingly, but keenly felt nevertheless.

The talk flitted from topic to topic, mainly concerning itself with matters artistic, and never for one moment approaching the critical subject of John Bellingham’s will.  From the stepped pyramid of Sakkara with its encaustic tiles to mediaeval church floors; from Elizabethan woodwork to Mycaenaean pottery, and thence to the industrial arts of the Stone Age and the civilisation of the Aztecs.  I began to suspect that my two legal friends were so carried away by the interest of the conversation that they had forgotten the secret purpose of the meeting, for the dessert had been placed on the table (by Mrs. Gummer with the manner of a bereaved dependant dispensing funeral bakemeats), and still no reference had been made to the “case.”  But it seemed that Thorndyke was but playing a waiting game; was only allowing the intimacy to ripen while he watched for the opportunity.  And that opportunity came, even as Mrs. Gummer vanished spectrally with a tray of plates and glasses.

“So you had a visitor last night, Doctor,” said Mr. Bellingham.  “I mean my friend Jellicoe.  He told us he had seen you, and mighty curious he was about you.  I have never known Jellicoe to be so inquisitive before.  What did you think of him?”

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