'No, no, no!' and ran away back and shut himself in again. When I went up this morning and told him he must eat something he unlocked the door, and I could see he hadn't been to bed all night, and looked dreadful peaky and ill. I gave him his breakfast, but it didn't seem as if he wanted any, and he asked me to send word to the college that he wasn't well, and shouldn't go out to-day, and I was to be sure and say he wasn't in if anyone came to see him. I asked him if I shouldn't send for the doctor, but he said 'No,' but I don't think he meant it; so as Dr. Cuthill knows his constitution, I thought I'd ask him to give a look in, for I'm sure the poor gentleman ought to have some advice, and, as you say Dr. Cuthill's away, please don't let on to Mr. Valori when you see him that I told you anything about him, will you, sir?"
"No, no; of course what you have told me is quite confidential. I shall be round presently."
I had been nearly a month at Burkfield, an engagement I had in a way secured for myself. Cuthill was—or perhaps it would be more correct to say his patients were—rather exacting as to the sort of man they expected him to leave in charge of his practice, so that he was somewhat averse to taking a stranger on the mere recommendation of an agent—even such a reliable one as my good friend Adamson; he was therefore not readily suited, and might have taken no holiday at all had he not heard of me through an old fellow-student—Walland, of Hampstead—at whose place I had that queer case of poisoning, already related, so it was now near the end of October.
St. Martin's summer—if by calling it so I may anticipate the usual date of its arrival—is a season with very special charms for me, but never had it seemed so alluring as that day when I drove in the buggy to Borleywood. The road led over a series of undulating ridges, whose sandy surface, dry even with the late heavy rains, was withal so soft and springy that our course would have been noiseless but for the clashing of the cob's hoofs, the hind against the fore, an irritating vice he had lately contracted—his "castanet exercise," as I called it. All the way ran the heather, blazing in the autumn sun, a purple ribbon either side the road, and behind it again the odorous pines set a wall of deepest green to our horizon. Presently we turned into the laurel-bordered drive of a great park, where rabbits shot every now and then across the way, and the lazy pheasants waddled in fancied security. Through a gate, and I once more inhaled deep breaths of the pungent air as a long, desolate-looking road opened before us, with a vista dim like a cathedral aisle as the arching branches met overhead. So thickly were the pine needles strewn, the squirrels were undisturbed by our approach, and I even caught a glimpse of white-shot wing and breast as a shy woodpecker darted into the further wood.
"A likely spot for a tragedy," I remarked to the groom, the thought suggested by the deadly gloom.
"Just so, sir," agreed Trevatt politely, although I doubt if the idea penetrated his Cornish stolidity.
The wildness of the place was indeed so depressing that I felt quite a sense of relief when we struck into a by-road which presently showed on the right, and leaving the wood behind us pulled up at a trimly-kept cottage on the outskirts of the dwellings around the college.
Mrs. Oakenfall met me at the door.
"I told him you were coming," said she, "and I had a rare job to get him to stay in at first; but I think now he's rather glad, for he keeps on asking when you're coming."
In fear of more disclosures I merely nodded and followed the landlady upstairs. The room was so dark that as the door closed behind me I stood a moment endeavouring to get my bearings, but not a word came from the patient until, as I groped my way towards the window and raised the blind, a tremulous voice exclaimed, "It matters not!" I turned in the direction of the speaker, and saw a thin, dark-complexioned man crouching half-dressed upon the little iron bedstead, one trembling hand plucking nervously at his beard, while with the other he motioned me to draw the blind again.
"I'm afraid I must have a little light upon you," I protested. "Is there anything the matter with your eyes?"
"No, no!" as he shrank still further away from the window.
I could see that he was in a half-hysterical condition, and hoping to gain time, I began to talk of the college, and of the recent outbreak of measles there. After a while he ceased to answer in monosyllables, and as the nervous twitching of his hands decreased I managed to persuade him to lie down and let me overhaul him. There was very little
