Oddsfish! eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 594 pages of information about Oddsfish!.

Oddsfish! eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 594 pages of information about Oddsfish!.

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I was still brooding all the way up Fleet Street, and even to my own door; until I saw James standing there; and at the sight of him I knew that something was fallen out.

I said nothing, but nodded at him only, as a master may, but he understood that he was to follow upstairs.  There, in my chamber I faced him.

“Well?” said I.  “What is it?”

“Sir,” he said, “a fellow came last night and seemed much put out when I told him you were out of town.”

“What sort of a fellow was he?” said I.

“He was a clean-shaven man, sir, rather red in the face, with reddish hair turning grey on his temples.”

“Heavily built?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well; what did he say?”

“He said that you would know what affair he was come about—­that it was very urgent; and that he could not stay in town beyond noon to-day.  He said, sir, that he was to be found till then at the Mitre without Aldgate.”

Well; that was enough for me.  But I did not relish the prospect of no sleep again; for I cannot trust my wits when I have not slept my seven or eight hours.  But there was no help for it.

“James,” said I, “bring my morning up here at once, with some meat too.  I may not be able to dine to-day, or not till late.  When you have brought it I shall have a letter ready, for Mr. Chiffinch.  That you must take yourself.  Then return here, and pack a pair of valises, with a suit in them for yourself.  Have two horses ready at eleven o’clock:  you must come with me, and no one else.  I do not know how long we may be away.  You understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well.  I must get some sleep if I can before eleven.”

Then a thought came to me.  If Rumbald must be gone from town by noon, would he not likely want me to go with him?

“Wait,” I said.  “I do not know this man very well; but I will tell you that his name is Rumbald and that he lives at the Rye, near Hoddesdon.  You had best not come with me.  But do all else as I have said; but you must ride by yourself at eleven, to Hoddesdon; and put up at the inn there—­I forget its name, but the largest there, if there be more than one.  Remain there until you hear from me again:  I may want a courier.  Do not go a hundred yards from the inn on any account; and do not seem to know me, unless I speak to you first.  You may see me, or you may not.  I know nothing till I have seen Rumbald.  If you do not hear of me before ten o’clock to-night, you can go to bed, and return here in the morning.  I will communicate with you by to-morrow night at latest.  If I do not, go to Mr. Chiffinch yourself and tell him.”

My mind was working at that swift feverish speed which weariness sometimes will give.  I was amazed afterwards at my own foresight, for there was very little evidence of what was intended; and yet there had come upon me, as in an illumination, that the time for which we had waited so long was arrived at last.  I do not see how I could have guessed more than I did; neither do I now see how I guessed so much.

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