it?â
âYes, Lewis, there is.â
Lewis Smith whistled.
âWell, I should say he was about the most obstinate devil Iâve ever come across. So the odds are heâll go on until he gets it.â
Mr. Carruthers gave a short, annoyed cough.
âIâve advised him very strongly to let the whole matter drop. You heard me. He seems to have some idea of offering her an allowance from the estate, and, of course, I shall be bound to pass the offer on. Thatâs all very well, but as far as any personal advances go, Iâve the strongest possible reasons for discouraging them. And I rely on you, Lewis, to do the same.â
âYou canât tell me why?â
âNo, Iâm afraid I canât. Youâll just have to take my word for it that young Waveney had better give up any idea of meeting his cousin.â
âIf heâs got the ideaâand he seems to me to have got it pretty stronglyâhe wonât give it up.â
âSurely the young man can take a hint!â Mr. Carruthersâ tone was indignant.
Lewis said, ââMâI shouldnât say he couldânot unless heâs changed a good deal. Heâs one of those strong, persevering fellows that take a notion into their heads and stick to it through thick and thin. I ought to be the last person to complain of it, because I shouldnât be here now if he wasnât that sort. No one else would have thought it was possible to get me in that time I was wounded at Loos. As a matter of fact, it wasnât possible; but he did it somehow. Heâs an obstinate fellow, as I told you.â
CHAPTER VII
John had a dinner engagement that evening. His host was the publisher who was producing Petersonâs book in England, and the other guests were all men. He had not met any of them before. The talk was of Peterson, of books, and of the wild places of the earth.
After dinner a little man with a beard and a bald head moved up beside John.
âMy name,â he said, âis Fossick-YatesâFrederick Fossick-Yates. Does that recall anything to you?â
John wasnât sure. He temporized. There was something distantly familiar about the name, but for the life of him he couldnât pick up the connection.
The little man put his head on one side and regarded him with expectancy; behind his glasses his round, bright, prominent eyes were a good deal like the eyes of a bird that is watching a worm. Before Johnâs hesitation became an embarrassment Mr. Fossick-Yates put an end to it.
âI wrote to Petersonâyes, several letters. It was about three years ago.â
John began to remember a very persistent correspondent who had written a number of letters full of meticulous details about variations from type in European snakes.
âYes, I remember,â he said.
âAh! Now, may I ask whether Peterson found my contributions useful?â
âHe certainly used some of themâin the sixth chapter, I think. Oh yes, and there was a footnote later on.â
Mr. Fossick-Yates fairly beamed. He shot a cuff and scribbled upon it with a small, neat gold pencil.
âAh! The sixth chapter? And a footnote? I feel very much gratified, Sir John. I suppose you canât remember which of my dataââ
âAs it happens, I believe I can. The footnote refers to the case, which I think you cited, where the stripe down the viperâs back was almost white instead of black.â
Mr. Fossick-Yates snatched off his glasses and began to polish them furiously with his table napkin.
âSplendid!â he said. âMost gratifyingâerâmost gratifying! I assure you I feel quite overwhelmed. A footnote citing my viper. Can you remember in which chapter it occurs?â
âFifteen,â said Johnââthe one on albinism.â
Mr. Fossick-Yates crammed his glasses back upon his nose. The angle they assumed gave his appearance an incongruous touch of
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