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      “No disparagement to Jane, mind you,” continued the other. “She’s a real nice girl, and some fellow will fall in love with her right away.”

      “I thought her a very good-looking girl,” said Tommy, finding his tongue.

      “Sure she is. But she’s not like her photo one bit. At least I suppose she is in a way—must be—because I recognized her right off. If I’d seen her in a crowd I’d have said ‘There’s a girl whose face I know’ right away without any hesitation. But there was something about that photo”—Julius shook his head, and heaved a sigh—“I guess romance is a mighty queer thing!”

      “It must be,” said Tommy coldly, “if you can come over here in love with one girl, and propose to another within a fortnight.”

      Julius had the grace to look discomposed.

      “Well, you see, I’d got a sort of tired feeling that I’d never find Jane—and that it was all plumb foolishness anyway. And then—oh, well, the French, for instance, are much more sensible in the way they look at things. They keep romance and marriage apart——”

      Tommy flushed.

      “Well, I’m damned! If that’s——”

      Julius hastened to interrupt.

      “Say now, don’t be hasty. I don’t mean what you mean. I take it Americans have a higher opinion of morality than you have even. What I meant was that the French set about marriage in a businesslike way—find two people who are suited to one another, look after the money affairs, and see the whole thing practically, and in a businesslike spirit.”

      “If you ask me,” said Tommy, “we’re all too damned businesslike nowadays. We’re always saying, ‘Will it pay?’ The men are bad enough, and the girls are worse!”

      “Cool down, son. Don’t get so heated.”

      “I feel heated,” said Tommy.

      Julius looked at him and judged it wise to say no more.

      However, Tommy had plenty of time to cool down before they reached Holyhead, and the cheerful grin had returned to his countenance as they alighted at their destination.

      After consultation, and with the aid of a road map, they were fairly well agreed as to direction, so were able to hire a taxi without more ado and drive out on the road leading to Treaddur Bay. They instructed the man to go slowly, and watched narrowly so as not to miss the path. They came to it not long after leaving the town, and Tommy stopped the car promptly, asked in a casual tone whether the path led down to the sea, and hearing it did paid off the man in handsome style.

      A moment later the taxi was slowly chugging back to Holyhead. Tommy and Julius watched it out of sight, and then turned to the narrow path.

      “It’s the right one, I suppose?” asked Tommy doubtfully. “There must be simply heaps along here.”

      “Sure it is. Look at the gorse. Remember what Jane said?”

      Tommy looked at the swelling hedges of golden blossom which bordered the path on either side, and was convinced.

      They went down in single file, Julius leading. Twice Tommy turned his head uneasily. Julius looked back.

      “What is it?”

      “I don’t know. I’ve got the wind up somehow. Keep fancying there’s some one following us.”

      “Can’t be,” said Julius positively. “We’d see him.”

      Tommy had to admit that this was true. Nevertheless, his sense of uneasiness deepened. In spite of himself he believed in the omniscience of the enemy.

      “I rather wish that fellow would come along,” said Julius. He patted his pocket. “Little William here is just aching for exercise!”

      “Do you always carry it—him—with you?” inquired Tommy with burning curiosity.

      “Most always. I guess you never know what might turn up.”

      Tommy kept a respectful silence. He was impressed by little William. It seemed to remove the menace of Mr. Brown farther away.

      The path was now running along the side of the cliff, parallel to the sea. Suddenly Julius came to such an abrupt halt that Tommy cannoned into him.

      “What’s up?” he inquired.

      “Look there. If that doesn’t beat the band!”

      Tommy looked. Standing out half obstructing the path was a huge boulder which certainly bore a fanciful resemblance to a “begging” terrier.

      “Well,” said Tommy, refusing to share Julius’s emotion, “it’s what we expected to see, isn’t it?”

      Julius looked at him sadly and shook his head.

      “British phlegm! Sure we expected it—but it kind of rattles me, all the same, to see it sitting there just where we expected to find it!”

      Tommy, whose calm was, perhaps, more assumed than natural, moved his feet impatiently.

      “Push on. What about the hole?”

      They scanned the cliff-side narrowly. Tommy heard himself saying idiotically: “The gorse won’t be there after all these years.”

      And Julius replied solemnly:

      “I guess you’re right.”

      Tommy suddenly pointed with a shaking hand.

      “What about that crevice there?”

      Julius replied in an awestricken voice:

      “That’s it—for sure.”

      They looked at each other.

      “When I was in France,” said Tommy reminiscently, “whenever my batman failed to call me, he always said that he had come over queer. I never believed it. But whether he felt it or not, there IS such a sensation. I’ve got it now! Badly!”

      He looked at the rock with a kind of agonized passion.

      “Damn it!” he cried. “It’s impossible! Five years! Think of it! Bird’s-nesting boys, picnic parties, thousands of people passing! It can’t be there! It’s a hundred to one against its being there! It’s against all reason!”

      Indeed, he felt it to be impossible—more, perhaps, because he could not believe in his own success where so many others had failed. The thing was too easy, therefore it could not be. The hole would be empty.

      Julius looked at him with a widening smile.

      “I guess you’re rattled now all right,” he drawled with some enjoyment. “Well, here goes!” He thrust his hand into the crevice, and made a slight grimace. “It’s a tight fit. Jane’s hand must be a few sizes smaller than mine. I don’t feel anything—no—say, СКАЧАТЬ