FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81  
82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   >>   >|  
arm. "You had better be ready to start from here about half-past one," said McMurtrie. "Savaroff will take you into Plymouth in the car, and there is a fast train up at two-five. It gets you into London just before seven." "Good!" I said. "That will give me time to buy what I want when I arrive. It would spoil my dinner if I had to shop afterwards." McMurtrie, who had crossed to the door, looked back at me with a sort of half-envious, half-contemptuous smile. "You are a curious fellow, Lyndon," he said. "At times you might be a boy of twenty." "Well, I am only twenty-nine," I protested; "and one can't always remember that one's an escaped murderer." I was sitting on the window-sill when I made the last remark; but as soon as he had gone I jumped to my feet and began to pace restlessly up and down the room. Now that the moment of my release was really at hand, a fierce excitement had gripped hold of me. Although I had had plenty of time to get used to my new position, the amazing possibilities of it had never seemed to come fully home to me till that minute. I suddenly realized that I was stepping into an experience such as probably no other human being had ever tasted. I was like a man coming back from the dead, safe against recognition, and with all the record of my past life scarred and burnt into my memory. I walked to the glass and once again stared long and closely at my reflection. There could be no question about the completeness of my disguise. Between Neil Lyndon as the world had known him, and the grim, bearded, sunburned face that looked back at me out of the mirror, there was a difference sufficiently remarkable to worry the recording angel. People's wits may be sharpened both by fear and affection, but I felt that unless I betrayed myself deliberately, not even those who knew me best, such as George or Tommy, would have the remotest suspicion of my real identity. Anyhow, I intended to put my opinion to the test before very many hours had passed. I was pondering over this agreeable prospect, and still inspecting myself in the glass, when I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it, and found Sonia standing outside. She was holding a bag in her hand--a good-sized Gladstone that had evidently seen some hard work in its time, and she came into the room and shut the door behind her before speaking. "Well," she said, in her curious, half-sullen way, "are you pleased you are going to London
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81  
82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

curious

 

Lyndon

 

twenty

 

looked

 
London
 
McMurtrie
 

People

 

recording

 

deliberately

 

sharpened


affection

 

betrayed

 

scarred

 

walked

 

completeness

 

question

 

disguise

 
Between
 

stared

 

closely


reflection
 
mirror
 

memory

 

difference

 

sufficiently

 

bearded

 

sunburned

 
remarkable
 

passed

 

holding


Gladstone

 
opened
 

standing

 
evidently
 

sullen

 

speaking

 
pleased
 
identity
 

Anyhow

 

intended


suspicion

 

remotest

 

George

 

opinion

 

agreeable

 

prospect

 
inspecting
 

pondering

 
fellow
 

contemptuous