"
"And yet our meeting was no longer ago than last night--in Dean
Street."
The captain's face changed: he gazed, half in astonishment, half in a
dawning resentment.
"The deuce, sir! Have you intruded upon me to insult me?"
"'Faith, sir, I've certainly intruded upon you for no friendly
purpose."
Falconer continued to gaze, in wonder as well as annoyance.
"Who the devil are you, sir?" he said at last.
"My name is Winwood, sir--Captain Winwood, late of the American army
of Independence."
Falconer opened his eyes wide, parted his lips, and turned a little
pale. At that moment, I shifted my position; whereupon he turned, and
saw me.
"And Russell, too!" said he. "Well, this is a--an odd meeting,
gentlemen."
"Not a chance one," said Philip. "I have been some time seeking you."
"Well, well," replied the captain, recovering his self-possession. "I
imagine I know your purpose, sir."
"That will spare my explaining it. You will, of course, accommodate
me?"
"Oh, yes; I see no way out of it. Gad, I'm the most obliging of
men--Mr. Russell will vouch for it."
"Then I beg you will increase the obligation by letting us despatch
matters without the least delay."
"Certainly, if you will have it so--though I abominate hurry in all
things."
"To-morrow at dawn, I hope, will not be too soon for your
preparations?"
"Why, no, I fancy not. Let me see. One moment, I pray.
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