Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
I thanked him, and as remaining on the bleak quay till eight o'clock or
thereabout was as useless as unpleasant, I retraced my steps towards the
Royal George Tavern; calling in my way on the Plymouth officers, and
arranging that one of them should relieve me at ten o'clock; it having
been previously agreed that we should keep an alternate watch during the
night of two hours each. I afterwards remembered that this arrangement
was repeated, in a tone of voice incautiously loud, at the bar of a
public-house, where they insisted upon my taking a glass of porter.
There were, I should say, more than a dozen persons present at the time.
The fire was blazing brightly in the parlor of the Royal George when I
entered, and I had not been seated near it many minutes before I became
exceedingly drowsy; and no wonder, for I had not been in bed the
previous night, and the blowing of the wind in my eyes for a couple of
hours had of course added greatly to their heavy weariness. Habit had
long enabled me to awake at any moment I had previously determined on,
so that I felt no anxiety as to oversleeping myself; and having pulled
out my watch, noticed that it was barely half-past five, wound it up,
and placed it before me on the table, I settled myself comfortably in
an arm-chair, and was soon sound asleep.
I awoke with a confused impression, not only that I had quite slept the
time I had allotted myself, but that strangers were in the room and
standing about me. I was mistaken in both particulars. There was no one
in the parlor but myself, and on glancing at the watch I saw that it was
but a quarter-past six. I rose from the chair, stirred the fire, took
two or three turns about the room, listened for a few minutes to the
howling wind and driving rain which shook and beat against the casement,
sat down again, and took up a newspaper which was lying on the table.
I had read for some time when the parlor door opened, and who should
walk in but the young wife and elderly gentleman whom I had seen in the
street. I at once concluded that they had sought me with reference to
the fugitive on board the _Columbia_; and the venerable old man's rather
elaborate apologies for intrusion over, and both of them seated on the
side of the fireplace opposite to me, I waited with grave curiosity to
hear what they might have to say.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account