Some Persons UnknownHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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Some Persons Unknown
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
I pass over the thing that incensed me: his taking it so coolly for
granted, before it had been granted, that I would help him in his
abominable dilemma, and so connive in his felony. I had done so; but
had I read this letter in his presence, I flattered myself I had shown
him a stiffer front. As it was, however, these undirected billets-doux
did undoubtedly recruit and renew my interest in the whole intrigue;
and, promise or no promise, I should have carried out the rascal's
instructions to the letter. He had counted upon the inquisitive side
of my character--shall I say of human nature?--and he had counted not
in vain. It was a stroke of genius on his part to leave the notes
unaddressed.
I looked at my watch. We were still on the right side of noon. Going
indoors for my hat, I craved permission to run to my rooms and change
into flannels before lunch; and Deedes himself could not have hit
upon a craftier pretext. It exempted me from escort, and thus cleared
my path to the church, whither I proceeded without delay. The pew was
easily found; I profaned a fat hymn-book with the square note, and
crept out like the stealthy creature I was become. The church had
been empty when I entered it. Coming out, however, I met a man in the
porch. He was a huge, sandy-bearded, rolling walker, wearing a suit
of blue serge and a straw-hat. As we passed, I saw his eye upon me;
a moment later, this caused me to return upon my tracks, in order to
see he did not meddle with Deedes's note. I was too late; I caught
him sidling awkwardly from the pew, with the little square missive
held quite openly between his fingers; and I awaited him in the porch
with sensations upon which I need not dwell, beyond confessing that he
appeared to me to grow six inches with every rolling stride.
"Pardon me, sir," said I, "but you've taken something that wasn't
intended for you."
"How do you know that?" said he.
"It was intended for a young lady."
The big man looked down upon me through narrow eyes.
"Exactly," said he. "I am her father."
And that was all; he passed in front of me without a threatening or
an insolent word, merely pocketing the note as he slouched down the
churchyard path. But I, as I followed, took offence from every cubit of
his stature; and could have hurled myself upon him (so depraved was I
already) had I been more than half his size.
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