His strong, sterling face
progressively and silently persuaded of his full
knowledge. That was not the mouth, these were not the
eyes, of one who would act in ignorance, or could be
led at random. Nor again was it the face of a man
squeamish in the case of malefactors; there was even a
touch of Brutus there, and something of the hanging
judge. In short, he seemed the last character for the
part assigned him in my theories; and wonder and
curiosity contended in my mind.
Luncheon was over, and an adjournment to the smoking-
room proposed, when (upon a sudden impulse) I burned my
ships, and, pleading indisposition, requested to
consult the doctor.
"There is nothing the matter with my body, Dr.
Urquart," said I, as soon as we were alone.
He hummed, his mouth worked, he regarded me steadily
with his grey eyes, but resolutely held his peace.
"I want to talk to you about the FLYING SCUD and
Mr. Carthew," I resumed. "Come, you must have expected
this. I am sure you know all; you are shrewd, and must
have a guess that I know much.
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