The Man Who Knew Too Much eBook

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The face of the Rev. Thomas Twyford certainly suggested that he was a little out of his depth in the seas of truth, but as the other went on speaking vaguely the old gentleman’s features sharpened and set.

“If it were some decent morganatic affair I wouldn’t say; but he must have been a fool to throw away thousands on a woman like that.  At the end it was sheer blackmail; but it’s something that the old ass didn’t get it out of the taxpayers.  He could only get it out of the Yank, and there you are.”

The Rev. Thomas Twyford had risen to his feet.

“Well, I’m glad my nephew had nothing to do with it,” he said.  “And if that’s what the world is like, I hope he will never have anything to do with it.”

“I hope not,” answered Horne Fisher.  “No one knows so well as I do that one can have far too much to do with it.”

For Summers Minor had indeed nothing to do with it; and it is part of his higher significance that he has really nothing to do with the story, or with any such stories.  The boy went like a bullet through the tangle of this tale of crooked politics and crazy mockery and came out on the other side, pursuing his own unspoiled purposes.  From the top of the chimney he climbed he had caught sight of a new omnibus, whose color and name he had never known, as a naturalist might see a new bird or a botanist a new flower.  And he had been sufficiently enraptured in rushing after it, and riding away upon that fairy ship.

IV.  THE BOTTOMLESS WELL

In an oasis, or green island, in the red and yellow seas of sand that stretch beyond Europe toward the sunrise, there can be found a rather fantastic contrast, which is none the less typical of such a place, since international treaties have made it an outpost of the British occupation.  The site is famous among archaeologists for something that is hardly a monument, but merely a hole in the ground.  But it is a round shaft, like that of a well, and probably a part of some great irrigation works of remote and disputed date, perhaps more ancient than anything in that ancient land.  There is a green fringe of palm and prickly pear round the black mouth of the well; but nothing of the upper masonry remains except two bulky and battered stones standing like the pillars of a gateway of nowhere, in which some of the more transcendental archaeologists, in certain moods at moonrise or sunset, think they can trace the faint lines of figures or features of more than Babylonian monstrosity; while the more rationalistic archaeologists, in the more rational hours of daylight, see nothing but two shapeless rocks.  It may have been noticed, however, that all Englishmen are not archaeologists.  Many of those assembled in such a place for official and military purposes have hobbies other than archaeology.  And it is a solemn fact that the English in this Eastern exile have contrived to make a small golf links out of the green scrub

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