Short Fiction M. R. James (good book recommendations TXT) š
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The inn where the English gentleman and his servant were lodged is, or was, the only āpossibleā one in the village. Mr. Gregory was taken to it at once by his driver, and found Mr. Brown waiting at the door. Mr. Brown, a model when in his Berkshire home of the impassive whiskered race who are known as confidential valets, was now egregiously out of his element, in a light tweed suit, anxious, almost irritable, and plainly anything but master of the situation. His relief at the sight of the āhonest British faceā of his Rector was unmeasured, but words to describe it were denied him. He could only say:
āWell, I ham pleased, Iām sure, sir, to see you. And so Iām sure, sir, will master.ā
āHow is your master, Brown?ā Mr. Gregory eagerly put in.
āI think heās better, sir, thank you; but heās had a dreadful time of it. I āope heās gettinā some sleep now, butā āā
āWhat has been the matterā āI couldnāt make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?ā
āWell, sir, I āardly know whether Iād better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But thereās no bones brokeā āthatās one thing Iām sure we ought to be thankfulā āā
āWhat does the doctor say?ā asked Mr. Gregory.
They were by this time outside Mr. Somertonās bedroom door, and speaking in low tones. Mr. Gregory, who happened to be in front, was feeling for the handle, and chanced to run his fingers over the panels. Before Brown could answer, there was a terrible cry from within the room.
āIn Godās name, who is that?ā were the first words they heard. āBrown, is it?ā
āYes, sirā āme, sir, and Mr. Gregory,ā Brown hastened to answer, and there was an audible groan of relief in reply.
They entered the room, which was darkened against the afternoon sun, and Mr. Gregory saw, with a shock of pity, how drawn, how damp with drops of fear, was the usually calm face of his friend, who, sitting up in the curtained bed, stretched out a shaking hand to welcome him.
āBetter for seeing you, my dear Gregory,ā was the reply to the Rectorās first question, and it was palpably true.
After five minutes of conversation Mr. Somerton was more his own man, Brown afterwards reported, than he had been for days. He was able to eat a more than respectable dinner, and talked confidently of being fit to stand a journey to Coblentz within twenty-four hours.
āBut thereās one thing,ā he said, with a return of agitation which Mr. Gregory did not like to see, āwhich I must beg you to do for me, my dear Gregory. Donāt,ā he went on, laying his hand on Gregoryās to forestall any interruptionā āādonāt ask me what it is, or why I want it done. Iām not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me backā āundo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. Itās merely to put backā āto keepā āsomethingā āNo; I canāt speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?ā
āWell, Somerton,ā said Mr. Gregory, as he crossed the room to the door, āI wonāt ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.ā
āAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.ā
āShall I go?ā interjected Mr. Gregory.
āNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morningā ā(you donāt mind early hours, I know, Gregory)ā āyou must take the Rector toā āthere, you knowā (a nod from Brown, who looked grave and anxious), āand he and you will put that back. You neednāt be in the least alarmed; itās perfectly safe in the daytime. You know what I mean. It lies on the step, you know, whereā āwhere we put it.ā (Brown swallowed dryly once or twice, and, failing to speak, bowed.) āAndā āyes, thatās all. Only this one other word, my dear Gregory. If you can manage to keep from questioning Brown about this matter, I shall be still more bound to you. Tomorrow evening, at latest, if all goes well, I shall be able, I believe, to tell you the whole story from start to finish. And now Iāll wish you good night. Brown will be with meā āhe sleeps hereā āand if I were you, I should lock my door. Yes, be particular to do that. Theyā āthey like it, the people here, and itās better. Good night, good night.ā
They parted upon this, and if Mr. Gregory woke once or twice in the small hours and fancied he heard a fumbling about the lower part of his locked door, it was, perhaps, no more than what a quiet man, suddenly plunged into a strange bed and the heart of a mystery, might reasonably expect. Certainly he thought, to the end of his days, that he had heard such a sound twice or three times between midnight and dawn.
He was up with the sun, and out in company with Brown soon after. Perplexing as was the service he had been asked to perform for Mr. Somerton, it was not a difficult or an alarming one, and within half an hour from his leaving the inn it was over. What it was I shall not as yet divulge.
Later in the morning Mr. Somerton, now almost himself again, was able to make a start from Steinfeld; and that same evening, whether at Coblentz or at some intermediate stage on the journey I am not certain, he settled down to the promised explanation. Brown was present, but how
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