"Gammon, may I beg one word? I owe you an apology. My behaviour last
night was quite unjustifiable. I can only explain it by the fact
that I had undergone a severe trial to the nerves. I was not myself.
May I hope, my dear Gammon, to be forgiven? I apologize most
humbly--believe me."
"Oh, that's all right," replied the other with a grin; "I hope I
didn't hurt you?"
"My dear fellow, it would have served me right. But no--just a few
trifling bruises. By the by, our friend has departed."
"Dead--yes!"
"Do you know, Gammon, I think we ought to have a quiet talk. You and
I have common interests in this matter. There will be an inquest,
you know, and the fact is I think"--he spoke very confidentially--"it
might be as well for us both if we came to some sort of mutual
understanding. As things have turned out we are victims of
circumstances. Might I suggest with all deference that we should
dine together very quietly? I know a very suitable place. It's early
for dinner, but, to tell the truth, I have had no particular
appetite, to-day; in fact, have hardly touched food.
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