The Bishop's Secret
nt with a thick atmosphere of fog, through which the gas-lights flared in a nebulous fashion, and rendered the air so hot that it was difficult to breathe in spite of the windows being open. At the
drink, and his voice ran up and down from bass to tr
to the Pole, steamed south to the Horn, described the paradise of the South Seas, and discoursed about the wild wastes of snowy Siberia. The capitals of Europe appeared to be as familiar to him as the chair he was seated in; and the steppes of Russia, the deserts of Africa, the sheep runs of Australia were all mentioned in turn, as adventure after adventure fell from his lips. And mixed up with these geographical accounts were thrilling ta
vanished, like Macbeth's witches, into thin air. Look at me, you country cabbages! I've reigned a king amongst savages. A poor sort of king, say you; but a king's a king, say I; and king I have b
mister?' inquired
th a bang. 'At least I know where to get it. Bah! you fools, one can get blood out of a stone if one knows how t
eath's Tom Ti
ver are ther
he priest, picked
a coward, the
make it stiff, sonny!
mory that Dr Pendle intended to ride over to Southberry in the morning, across the heath. Without doubt he had agreed to meet there this man who boasted that he could get blood out of a stone, and the object of the meeting was to bribe him to silence. But however loosely Jentham alluded to his intention of picking up gold, he was cunning enough, with all his excitement, to hold his tongue as to how he could work such a miracle
ner seemed too moody to tell them any more, they began to talk amongst themselves, principally about horses and dogs. It was now growing late, and the most respectable of the crowd were moving homeward. Cargrim felt that to keep up the dignity of his cloth he should depart also; for several looks of surprise were cast in his direction. But Jentham and his wild speeche
he busybody of Beorminster. And
riend,' said Cargrim, in silky tones, for he did n
friend
peak to me like
ied Jentham, rising with a savage look in his eyes. 'If
er, 'but she is asleep, so I could not see her. In passing the door of this
p, I suppose?' growled Jentham, unpleasantly. 'I have a great
my clot
you. What would his lordship of Beor
dship do
aps he sent you?' he s
was thus bemused with drink. 'I have told you the reason of my presence here. And as I am her
covering his speech, he poured forth such a volley of vile words at Cargrim that the chaplain
ply, 'and if you keep such a creature on
neck if you use such language to me. I've killed fifty better men than you in my
' said the landlord, with a glance at C
aved Jentham, stamping. 'Do
he colour of you
pounds next week-hundreds;' and he broke out fiercel
id Mosk, retiri
s he could muster. As he went, the burden of Jentham's last speech-'hundreds of pounds! hundreds of pounds!'-rang in his ears; and more than ever he desired to examine th
dly. Cargrim strolled slowly down the street towards the Eastgate, musing over his late experience, and enjoying the coolness of the night air after the sultry atmosphere of the coffee-room. The sky was now brilliant with stars, and a silver moon rolled aloft in the blue arch, shedding down floods of lig
ugh the wide streets of the modern town, he was suddenly brought to a standstill by hearing the voice of Jentham some distance away. Evidently the man had quarrelled with the landlord, a
eked the eight
ed the s
y pile a hu
d the lot
ship comes h
e me, don
s worth, the b
where I
Callao! for o
no co
xtra
d in C
with the drunken bully, slipped into the shadow of a house until he passed. As usual, there was no policeman visible, and Jentham went bellowing and storming through the quiet summer night like the dissolute ruffian he was. He was making for the country in the direction of the palace, and wondering if he intended to force his way into the house to threaten Dr Pend
lear of the town. Then the gipsy turned down a shadowy lane, cut through a footpath, and when he emerged again into the broa
and give me money, or I'll shame you before the whole town,
together for further denunciation of the bishop, when round the corner tripped two women, towar
tretching out his arms, 'here's your h
the last one, a young man came racing along the footpath and swung into the middle of the road. The next
said the young
Arden, and burst into
m, rising slowly. 'I'll be even
if you don't clear out,' retorted G
Tears, and was coming home with Ellen, w
ried Captain Pen
judged it judicious to emerge from his retreat. He came for
heard a scream. What, Captain Pendle!
d Jentham. 'The son of
the creature, but was restrained by Mab, who
the chaplain, whom he suspected had seen more of the af
to the police. Come, Mab, yonder is Ellen waiting fo
le, will you?' he muttered, loud enough for Cargrim to overhear. 'Take care I don't do the same thing to yo
ates, 'it has to do with the police, then, my lord bisho
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