(Oh, we're in the simple stages of the process, thus far, and he
hasn't yet had recourse to so much as an _alias_.) But I
didn't call on him at the _Albion_.
"I have since learnt from him that the discovery of my card in
the bathing-machine shook him up--well, pretty much as the
footprint on the sand shook up Robinson Crusoe. But there's a
difference, as he'll learn, between being shaken and being
scared into fits. At all events, he didn't bolt: for I kept out
of sight and molested him no more that day. Next morning he
took courage and started off for the golf-links, which lie out
to the north, beyond the lighthouse. He was enjoying his
liberty, you understand: for I had made him carry his clubs
about and up and down the Riviera, but never allowed him to
play. That was a part of our understanding. Also he may have
had some hazy notion that, golf being to me as holy water to the
Devil, he'd be safe out there, within a charmed circle.
"There's something in it, too, Roddy.
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