"But I have played for safety and am writing this with the aid of
a whisky-and-Perrier to hope that it finds you well as it leaves
me at present.
"I dare say it struck you as a poorish kind of trick--my inviting
you to Prince's and leaving you to pay for the repast.
The reason of my sudden bolt was a sudden report that Farrell
intended to start at once for a holiday on the Continent of
Europe--that he had been to Cook's and bought himself a circular
ticket for the Riviera--Paris, Toulon, Cannes, Nice, etc.--on to
Genoa, Paris by Mt. Cenis--that sort of thing. I should tell
you that, being chin-deep in winding up my affairs, I had
employed a man to watch his movements. Shadowing Farrell is a
soft option, even now, when he's painfully learning the
rudiments of flight: four months ago he had not even a nascent
terror to make him suspicious. Oh, never fear but I'll educate
him, dull as he is! Remember your _Ancient Mariner_, Roddy?
Here are two passages purposely set wide apart by the author,
that I'll put together for you to choose between 'em,--"
(1) As who, pursued with yell and blow,
Still treads the shadow of his--Foe,
And forward bends his head.
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