The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden Hill — John Shaqi
The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden HillBridges, Victor
General
The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden Hill
Bridges, Victor
Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"I did nothing of the sort," returned the Professor abruptly. "I
have only a very limited amount of time remaining to me, and there
are plenty of excellent ways in which I can occupy it. Because some
lunatic chooses to break open my desk and rummage through my papers I
fail to see why I should waste several valuable hours standing in a
witness box answering superfluous and probably impertinent questions.
All the same, these sorts of experiences are extremely upsetting to a
man of my age. They alarm the household and they distract me from my
work. In case of a similar experience, I should be glad to feel that
there was someone on the premises who could be trusted to act with
promptness and efficiency."
"You can depend on me for that," said Colin, "as long as I'm not
asleep."
There was a brief pause while the Professor took off his spectacles
and polished them with a red silk handkerchief.
"Well, now that we understand each other," he continued, "I think it
would be as well to discuss one or two practical details. With
regard to your remuneration, for instance. I don't know what you are
getting at St. Christopher's, but I propose to give you four hundred
a year. You will have no expenses living in the house, so unless you
are foolishly extravagant that ought to be quite an adequate salary."
"It will do me very nicely," said Colin. "As a matter of fact, I've
got a little money of my own, and the only extravagant habit I've
developed so far is keeping a car."
The Professor grunted. "When I was your age," he remarked, "young
men either walked or rode. Still, as long as you are capable of
amusing yourself it doesn't matter to me how you spend your leisure
time." He replaced his spectacles and returned the handkerchief to
his breast pocket "I shall give instructions that you are to be
properly looked after, but whether they will be carried out is
another matter. Since my man Kennedy left me I have had no one in
the house except Mrs. Ramsay and the cook. They are both old, like
myself, and my own wants are so simple that their ideas of catering
are probably a little on the Spartan side. If you find you are
uncomfortable, or that you are not getting enough to eat and drink,
you must let me know." He paused. "As for recreation or
entertainment--well, if you are expecting anything of that nature you
are coming to the wrong place. The only visitor I ever have is my
solicitor, Mr. Medwin, whom, by the way, I am expecting this
afternoon. I warn you frankly that unless you can throw yourself
into your work you will find life here intolerably dull."
Colin shook his head. "I don't think we need discuss that, sir," he
said cheerfully. "Anyway, as far as my present feelings are
concerned I wouldn't change places with any one in England."
With another and rather more approving grunt the Professor hoisted
himself slowly out of his chair.
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.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account