Chapters (20)
- Cover Page
- Dedication
- Cast of Characters
- Chapter 1The Claires and Dr Ackrington
- Chapter 2Mr Questing Goes Downfor the First Time
- Chapter 3Gaunt at the Springs
- Chapter 4Red for Danger
- Chapter 5Mr Questing Goes Down for the Second Time
- Chapter 6Arrival of Septimus Falls
- Chapter 7Torpedo
- Chapter 8Concert
- Chapter 9Mr Questing Goes Down for the Third Time
- Chapter 10Entrance of Sergeant Webley
- Chapter 11The Theory of a Put-Up Job
- Chapter 12Skull
- Chapter 13Letter from Mr Questing
- Chapter 14Solo by Septimus Falls
- Chapter 15The Last of Septimus Falls
- Other Books By
- About the Publisher
‘Yes, sir. On consideration, I’m afraid I do.’
‘What d’you mean, afraid? We’re not going to have this absurd argument all over again I hope. Damn it, Dikon, you’re no better than a croaking old woman. Why the devil I put up with you I don’t know.’
‘Perhaps because I try to give an honest answer to an awkward question, sir.’
‘I don’t propose to make a pass at the girl, if that’s what’s worrying you. You’ve allowed yourself to become melodrama-minded, my friend. All this chat of spies and mortgages and sacrificial marriage has blunted your aesthetic judgement. You insist upon regarding a charming episode as a seduction scene on a robust scale. I repeat I have no evil designs upon Barbara Claire. I am not a second Questing.’
‘You’d be less of a potential danger if you were,’ Dikon blurted out. ‘The little fool’s not besotted on Questing. Don’t you see, sir, that if you go on like this the resemblance to King Cophetua will become so marked that she won’t know the difference and will half expect the sequel? She’s gone all haywire over you as it is.’
‘Nonsense,’ said Gaunt. But he stroked the back of his head and small complacent dints appeared at the corners of his mouth. ‘She can’t possibly imagine that my attentions are anything but avuncular.’
‘She won’t know what to imagine,’ said Dikon. ‘She’s in a foreign country.’
‘Where the alpine ranges appear to be entirely composed of mole hills.’
‘Where, at any rate, she is altogether too much i’ the sun. She’s dazzled.’
‘I’m afraid,’ said Gaunt, ‘that you are dressing up a very old emotion in a series of classy, and, if I may say so, rather priggish phrases. My good ass, you’ve fallen for the girl yourself.’ Dikon was silent, and in a moment Gaunt came behind him and shook him boisterously by the shoulders. ‘You’ll recover,’ he said. ‘Think it over and you’ll find I’m right. In the meantime I promise you need have no qualms. I shall treat her like porcelain. But I refuse to be deprived of my mission. She shall awake and sing.’
With this unconvincing reassurance Dikon had to be content. They said goodnight and he went to bed.