Methodist Church (Great Britain) -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
I did not reply. Something seemed to seal my lips. I saw
Springfield's features working strangely, while the scar under his
right ear was very strongly in evidence.
'Look here,' he said, as if with sudden decision, 'it's a shame for you
to leave your friend under such circumstances. If Sir Thomas will lend
his car, I will drive to Plymouth. You just write a letter, Luscombe,
giving your doctor friend full particulars, and I'll drag him here by
the hair of the head, if necessary.'
I had not time to reflect on his sudden change of front, and I was
about to close with the offer, but something, I cannot tell what,
stopped me.
'It's awfully good of you,' I said, 'but I think I'll go myself, if
Buller will go with me to show me the way.'
I found Dr. Merril, who had been giving some instructions as to things
he wanted, and I led him aside.
'You will keep near Edgecumbe, won't you?' I said hurriedly. 'Don't
let any one but Sir Thomas and Lady Bolivick enter the room. I have
particular reasons for asking this.'
'What reasons?' And I could see he was surprised.
'I can't tell you, but I don't speak without thought. Perhaps later I
may explain.'
A few minutes later I had started for Plymouth.
CHAPTER XX
A STRANGE NIGHT
'I say, Luscombe, you're a nice fellow to drag one out in the middle of
the night in this way!'
Colonel McClure had just entered the room where I had been shown.
'I wouldn't have done it without reason,' I said. 'I have travelled
fifty miles to-night to get to you, and I want you to come with me to Sir
Thomas Bolivick's at once.'
'Sir Thomas Bolivick? I don't know him. Why should I come with you?'
'At any rate, hear what I have to say, and then judge for yourself.'
He listened attentively, while I told him my story. At first he seemed
to think lightly of it, and appeared to regard my visit to him as the act
of a madman; but when I related my conversation with Dr. Merril, I saw
that his face changed colour, and his eyes contracted.
'Tell me the symptoms again,' he said abruptly.
I described to him as minutely as I was able everything concerning my
friend, and then, without asking another question, he unlocked a cabinet,
took out a number of things which were meaningless to me, and put them in
a bag.
'Go and get your car started again,' he said, 'and wait for me.'
In an incredibly quick time, he had made himself ready for the journey,
and insisted on taking his seat by my side.
'You sit behind,' he said to Buller, so peremptorily that he seemed like
a man in anger. Then turning to me, he said, 'Drive like blazes!'
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