'No matter,' again said Montagu fatally, he has his umbrella;' and with this he started for the railway-station in a hansom. CHAPTER IX. TOBY, following him in another hansom, altered the arrangements of his reversible ulster so that it looked like a cassock, made himself up with a few sticks of crayon gras and a hand-glass, discharged the cab at the corner before the station, and, following close on Montagu's heels, took his ticket in a curatic fashion for Redhill. He was so absorbed in the change that he scarcely noticed a person who seemed, with offensive obviousness, to be a Railway Director, and who stumbled against him in his eagerness to secure a ticket for Portsmouth by the same train which was to carry Montagu and Toby to Redhill. Montagu got out at Redhill. So did Toby. So did the Railway Director. Montagu went straight to the refreshment-room. So did Toby. So did the Railway Director. Montagu was met by a large, jovial, well-looking man. 'Why, damme,' said Toby, surprised into speaking half aloud, that's the other one!' 'Oh, oh, oh!' said the obvious Railway Director to himself with three different intonations; 'then this, as I thought, is no curate; and now I have them all.' 'Snowle,' said Montagu pathetically, in an undertone, of which not a syllable was lost by the clerk and the Director, 'see what you have made of me!' 'Ho! ho!' laughed Snowle, and his laughter seemed to shake the station. You would have it so, boy. But, indeed, I am of opinion that it has gone far enough. Waiter! two brandies-and-sodas!' The two friends drank the two brandies-and-sodas in solemn silence. The effect upon Montagu was remarkable. He grew suddenly cheerful, and proceeded to relate to his elder friend (at great length) all that had happened since their parting. Toby, hunched up in a corner with a Bath bun, listened with growing astonishment. When Montagu had finished, he rose, and said to himself: 'So that's it. When one drank soda, the other was to drink brandy. When the other drank brandy, the one was to drink soda. Strange but I must hurry to tell my patron.' He was about to leave the refreshment-room, when the Director stopped him quietly, but in a masterful manner, saying, with a slight foreign accent: 'So this is how we avoid our old friends ?' 'Old friends?' said Toby, aghast. 'Surely,' replied the Director, 'you have not forgotten Pâlot, of the Sûreté ? It is for that little forgery I want you-the extradition warrant is all in order.' 'O Lord!' said Toby, and collapsed. Before he had come to himself enough to convince the French detective that he had made a mistake, the two friends had disappeared. The Frenchman, however, was equal to the occasion. Like all good policemen he had a clue, and, armed with this weapon, he and Toby followed Snowles and Montagu to the house of the Cantilenes, where, by a happy chance, the dyer happened to be calling. Montagu then, for the second time, related (again at great length) all that had happened. Miss Cantilene accepted the explanation, and him. The dyer gave a learned address, and took Montagu into partnership. Toby became a variety entertainer. Pâlot returned to Paris, and wrote an article for the Figaro, explaining, with illustrations, that in England all clerks are amateur detectives of great skill in disguise. Snowle laughed, and went back to his countryhouse. W. H. P. OF HE AND SHE. IN lonely slumber lay the earliest He, DE ILLO ATQUE ILLA. SOLUS dum requiescit Ille primus, Est a principio creatus Ille? W. B. S. L A RUINED LIBRARY. IMPERIOUS Cæsar, dead and turned to clay, Is reft to mark a place in On the Anvil : Here, looking round, you're but too sure to see a And here a tattered Boyle doth gape ungently Upon a damp-disfigured Life of Bentley. Here half a Rabelais jostles for position The quarter of a Spanish Inquisition. Here Young's Night Thoughts lie mixed with Swin burne's Ballads 'Mid scraps of works on Poisons and on Salads. |