The Vanished Messenger eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 320 pages of information about The Vanished Messenger.

The Vanished Messenger eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 320 pages of information about The Vanished Messenger.

“Please don’t think,” Hamel begged, “that I don’t appreciate your hospitality.  I should feel uncomfortable, however, if I paid you a visit of the length you have suggested.  Come, I don’t see,” he added, “why my occupation of the Tower should interfere with you.  I should be away from it by about nine or ten o’clock every morning.  I should probably only sleep there.  Can’t you accept the use of it all the rest of the time?  I can assure you that you will be welcome to come and go as though it were entirely your own.”

Mr. Fentolin had lit a cigarette and was watching the blue smoke curl upwards to the ceiling.

“You’re an obstinate man, Mr. Hamel,” he sighed, “but I suppose you must have your own way.  By-the-by, you would only need to use the up-stairs room and the sitting-room.  You will not need the outhouse—­rather more than an outhouse, though isn’t it?  I mean the shed which leads out from the kitchen, where the lifeboat used to be kept?”

“I don’t think I shall need that,” Hamel admitted, a little hesitatingly.

“To tell you the truth,” Mr. Fentolin continued, “among my other hobbies I have done a little inventing.  I work sometimes at a model there.  It is foolish, perhaps, but I wish no one to see it.  Do you mind if I keep the keys of the place?”

“Not in the least,” Hamel replied.  “Tell me, what direction do your inventions take, Mr. Fentolin?”

“Before you go,” Mr. Fentolin promised, “I will show you my little model at work.  Until then we will not talk of it.  Now come, be frank with me.  Shall we exchange ideas for a little time?  Will you talk of books?  They are my daily friends.  I have thousands of them, beloved companions on every side.  Or will you talk of politics or travel?  Or would you rather be frivolous with my niece and nephew?  That, I think, is Esther playing.”

“To be quite frank,” Hamel declared bluntly, “I should like to talk to your niece.”

Mr. Fentolin smiled as though amused.  His amusement, however, was perfectly good-natured.

“If you will open this door,” he said, “you will see another one exactly opposite to you.  That is the drawing-room.  You will find Esther there.  Before you go, will you pass me the Quarterly Review?  Thank you.”

Hamel crossed the hail, opened the door of the room to which he had been directed, and made his way towards the piano.  Esther was there, playing softly to herself with eyes half closed.  He came and stood by her side, and she stopped abruptly.  Her eyes questioned him.  Then her fingers stole once more over the keys, more softly still.

“I have just left your uncle,” Hamel said.  “He told me that I might come in here.”

“Yes?” she murmured.

“He was very hospitable,” Hamel continued.  “He wanted me to remain here as a guest and not go to the Tower at all.”

“And you?”

“I am going to the Tower,” he said.  “I am going there to-morrow or the day after.”

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