After Dark eBook

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My inestimable boy, Tom, although twice kicked off by Sam the pony, never lost hold of the bridle, and kept his man in sight from first to last.  He had nothing particular to report except that on the way out to the Abbey Mr. Davager had stopped at the public-house, had spoken a word or two to his friend of the night before, and had handed him what looked like a bit of paper.  This was no doubt a clew to the thread that held the letter, to be used in case of accidents.  In every other respect Mr. D. had ridden out and ridden in like an ordinary sightseer.  Tom reported him to me as having dismounted at the hotel about two.  At half-past I locked my office door, nailed a card under the knocker with “not at home till to-morrow” written on it, and retired to a friend’s house a mile or so out of the town for the rest of the day.

Mr. Davager, I have been since given to understand, left the Gatliffe Arms that same night with his best clothes on his back, and with all the valuable contents of his dressing-case in his pockets.  I am not in a condition to state whether he ever went through the form of asking for his bill or not; but I can positively testify that he never paid it, and that the effects left in his bedroom did not pay it either.  When I add to these fragments of evidence that he and I have never met (luckily for me, you will say) since I jockeyed him out of his banknote, I have about fulfilled my implied contract as maker of a statement with you, sir, as hearer of a statement.  Observe the expression, will you?  I said it was a Statement before I began; and I say it’s a Statement now I’ve done.  I defy you to prove it’s a Story!  How are you getting on with my portrait?  I like you very well, Mr. Artist; but if you have been taking advantage of my talking to shirk your work, as sure as you’re alive I’ll split upon you to the Town Council!

I attended a great many times at my queer sitter’s house before his likeness was completed.  To the last he was dissatisfied with the progress I made.  Fortunately for me, the Town Council approved of the portrait when it was done.  Mr. Boxsious, however, objected to them as being much too easy to please.  He did not dispute the fidelity of the likeness, but he asserted that I had not covered the canvas with half paint enough for my money.  To this day (for he is still alive), he describes me to all inquiring friends as “The Painter-Man who jockeyed the Town Council.”

PROLOGUE TO THE THIRD STORY.

It was a sad day for me when Mr. Lanfray, of Rockleigh Place, discovering that his youngest daughter’s health required a warm climate, removed from his English establishment to the South of France.  Roving from place to place, as I am obliged to do, though I make many acquaintances, I keep but few friends.  The nature of my calling is, I am quite aware, mainly answerable for this.  People cannot be blamed for forgetting a man who, on leaving their houses, never can tell them for certain when he is likely to be in their neighborhood again.

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