We did not shake hands.
"There are indications that he will travel back north to-night.
He has left for Pau, to play golf. At Dax this evening--mark my
words--a solitary traveller may be observed furtively stealing
on board the night express for Paris. He will be observed: but
he won't be a solitary traveller.
"Your lawyer's letter--as I started by remarking--has arrived
opportunely. If Farrell, as I suspect, intends to go through to
London, I may reach you almost as soon as this letter, and shall
add a piece of my mind for a postscript.--Yours,"
"J. F."
I slept the night at Biarritz and started back early next morning for
London.
I found Jimmy recumbent in what he called his Young Oxford Student's
Reading Chair, alone with the racing news in the evening papers.
"Hallo!" he greeted me. "I rather expected you just now. Let's go
and dine somewhere."
"Has Jack turned up here?" I asked.
"'Course he has: Farrell too--Farrell first by a short head.
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