Mr. Quodling, senior, was a gruff, heavy-featured man,
decidedly of coarse fibre; when moved he swore with gusto, and it
did not take much to put him out. At present he was in an irritable
mood, and, very unlike his habit, gave scant attention to the affair
of which Gammon spoke. It would not have improved his temper had he
known that the town traveller was amusing himself with the
reflection that there was no trace of personal resemblance between
him and his brother Francis, who, on the other hand, bore a very
strong likeness indeed to--Lord Polperro.
As soon as he could get away Gammon dispatched a telegram. It was to
Miss Sparkes, whom he requested to meet him at the theatre door that
night when she left. "Something very important to tell you."
This was done on a tell-tale impulse; it showed in what direction
his thoughts and mind most readily turned just now. Thinking it over
in the hours that followed he doubted whether, after all, he would
tell Polly exactly what had happened; she could be useful to him in
the way he intended without knowing more than she had discovered for
herself.
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