. . .
(2) Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
"You may urge that Coleridge--a lazy man and a forgetful--is just
repeating himself. But there's a shade of difference; and I'll
undertake to deliver back Farrell in whichever condition you
prefer; or even to split the shade. But you must give me time.
"As it was, I risked nothing in paying an ordinary professional.
Farrell walked into the office, and my man followed him.
Farrell took some time discussing his route with the clerk.
My man borrowed the use of a telephone-box, left the door open
and rang me up. By the time he was put through he had heard all
he needed. So he closed the door, and reported. I instructed
him, of course, to buy me a similar ticket. 'And,' said my man,
'he is inquiring which is the best hotel at Monte Carlo, and it
seems he hardly knows any French.
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