I remember I ate a very large supper that night, to the happy
reassurance of Uncle Jenico. That suffocating tightness of the
midriff, which anxiety brings, seems to expand, in its reaction, to a
quite exaggerated emptiness. Have we not all had that experience? What
meals we’ve made after a visit to the dentist’s! Who would have
thought that this Berserker, dashing his beard with wine and roaring
contempt of wounds and death, was the same individual who in the
morning cowered sick-cropped in Mr. Forceps’s waiting-room? The
thought of having vindicated, and proved, and so honourably acquitted
one’s self of further responsibility to a much-dreaded task, is one of
the most appetizing reflections in the world. And besides, I had
arrears to make up.
For the moment, I was quite congratulatory to Fate on its having found
so strong an instrument as myself to help it with its schemes. I even,
I think, took credit for that brilliant conception of shifting the
whole burden as soon as possible upon Mr. Sant’s shoulders. Through
the glaze of repletion I saw, bedimmed, and even perhaps glorified,
the figures of two ghostseers scuttling home that afternoon, with
their tails between their legs, before the vision of a vengeance they
had evoked. Now I laughed and snapped my fingers at the shadow of that
vengeance left standing outside the window.
But it came to be just a leetle a different matter when it fell
evening, and when shadow enwrapped the shadow, and I must go out into
the first, perhaps after all to find the second also claiming and
involving me. We were still, Harry and I, bound unrelieved to our
secret, and must be so till late night, at least. For Mr. Sant was to
return from London but in time to keep his evening engagement at the
church, or, rather, the schoolrooms adjoining--to which, since their
completion, the lectures had been relegated--and no opportunity could
be ours to speak with him till after the entertainment. In the
meanwhile, we had arranged to meet at the Flask, when I went to fetch
Joshua, that Harry might be introduced; and about half-past seven I
set out.
I confess I looked over my shoulder more than once as I sped for the
inn. The night was very black, with a sense of creeping inquisitive
mists in it. I had brought a lantern for myself and one for Joshua;
but for some reason I did not want to light them as yet. Perhaps it
was the thought of my moving a marked object through the gloom which
prevented me. However, I reached my destination without mishap, and
finding Harry already waiting for me there, took him up at once to our
visitor’s bedroom.
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