On the journey his lordship dozed. He was growing very
husky again, and the cough shook him badly after each effort to
talk, so Gammon felt glad to see him resting. By the gaslight in the
railway carriage his face appeared to flush and go pale alternately;
at moments it looked horribly cadaverous with its half-open eyes,
shrivelled lips, and thin, sharp, high-ridged nose. On arriving the
man lost all consciousness of where he was and what he purposed; it
took many minutes before Gammon could convey him into a cab and
extort from him Mr. Cuthbertson's address.
"Greenacre," his lordship kept repeating, "I trust you implicitly. I
am convinced you have my interests at heart. When all is settled I
shall show myself grateful--believe me."
Between seven and eight o'clock they drove up to a house on
Streatham Hill, and without consulting Lord Polperro, Gammon went to
parley at the door. Ill luck pursued them. Mr. Cuthbertson was
dining in town, and could not be home till late. When made to
understand this Lord Polperro passed from lethargy to violent
agitation.
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