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Dorking laugh heartily, as he sprang up and clapped the man on the shoulder. They walked off together.
I was now excited to the wildest degree ; I forgot the pangs of baffled appetite ; my whole being was strung to find a key to the strange proceedings of the mathematical Viscount. Tracking their double footsteps through the mist, I found them hobnobbing in a public-house on the forest border. After peeping in, I ran round to another door, and stood in an adjoining bar, where, without being seen, I could have a snack of bread and cheese, and hear
all.
" Could you bring her round to my house to-night?" said Dorking, in a hoarse whisper. " You shall have the money down."
" Right, sir ! " said the man. And then their pewters clinked.
To my chagrin this was all the conversation. The Vis- count strode out alone — except for my company. The fog had grown deeper, and I was glad to be conducted to the station. This time we went to Liverpool Street. Dorking lingered at the book-stall, and at last enquired if they had yesterday's Times. Receiving a reply in the negative, he clucked his tongue impatiently. Then, as with a sudden thought, he ran up to the North London Railway book-stall, only to be again disappointed. He took out the great coloured handkerchief, and wiped his forehead. Then he entered into confidential conversation with an undistin- guished stranger, fat and foreign, who had been looking eagerly up and down at the extreme end of the platform. Re-descending into the street, he jumped into a Charing Cross 'bus. As he went inside I had no option but to go outside, though the air was yellow and I felt chilled to the bone.
