Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction; War stories
Cosmo, looking up at the sudden pause, saw the doctor sitting with the
dull eyes and the expression of a man suddenly dissatisfied with
himself. Cosmo hastened to say that he himself was no friend of
reactionaries and in any case not conceited enough to judge the conduct
of men older than himself. Without a sign that he had heard a word of
that speech the doctor had a faint and peevish smile. He never moved at
all till, after a longish interval, Cosmo spoke again.
"Were you expecting somebody that would want to see you this evening?"
he asked.
The doctor started.
"See me? No. Why do you ask?"
"Because within the last five minutes somebody has put his head twice
through the door; and as I don't expect either a visitor or a messenger,
I thought he was looking for you. I don't know a single soul here."
The doctor remained perfectly unmoved. Cosmo, who was looking towards
the distant door, saw the head again and this time shouted at it an
inquiry. Thereupon the owner of the head entered and had not advanced
half the length of the room before Cosmo recognized in him the portly
figure of Spire. To his great surprise, however. Spire instead of coming
up to the table made a vague gesture and stopped short.
This was strange conduct. The doctor sat completely unconscious, and
Cosmo took the course of excusing himself and following Spire, who,
directly he had seen his master rise, had retreated rapidly to the door.
The doctor did not rouse himself to answer, and Cosmo left him leaning
on his elbow in a thoughtful attitude. In the badly lighted hall he
found Spire waiting for him between the foot of the stairs and the door
which Cosmo presumed was leading to the offices of the hotel. Again
Spire made a vague gesture which seemed to convey a warning, and
approached his master on tiptoe.
"Well, what is it? What do you mean by flourishing your arm at me like
this?" asked Cosmo sharply, and Spire ventured on a warning "Ssh!"
"Why, there is nobody here," said Cosmo, lowering his voice
nevertheless.
"I wanted to tell you, sir, I have seen that fellow."
"What fellow? Oh yes. The fellow with the cap. Where did you see him?"
"He is here," said Spire, pointing to the closed door.
"Here? What could a man like that want here? Did you speak to him?"
"No, sir, he has just come in and for all I know he may be already gone
away--though I don't think so."
"Oh, you don't think so. Do you know what he has come for?"
Spire made no answer to the question, but after a short silence: "I will
go and see, and if you stand where you are, sir, you will be able to
look right into the room. He may not be the man."
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