Farrell? . . . Good-morning, sir! We'll--we'll talk this little
matter over--you and I--later."
BOOK II.
THE CHASE.
NIGHT THE EIGHTH.
VENDETTA.
"My dear Roddy,--Don't come around: and for God's sake don't send
Jimmy. The word is 'No sympathy, by request.' You will
understand.
"I shall call on you at 9 o'clock on Tuesday. Have breakfast
ready, for I shall be hungry as a hunter.
"Don't fash yourself, either, with fears that I am 'unhinged' by
this business. I am just off to Paddington--thence for the
Thames--shan't say where: but it's a backwater, where I propose
to think things out. I shall have thought them out, quite
definitely, by Tuesday.
"I believe you keep a few bottles of the audit ale. Tell Jephson
to open one for a stirrup-cup. You can invite Jimmy.--
Yours truly,
J.F.
"P.S.--I don't know, and can't guess, how you came to tumble in
so promptly on the heels of that riot.
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