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"
We
were
sitting
out
upon
the
lawn
on
garden
chairs
,
the
three
of
us
,
basking
in
the
sun
and
admiring
the
view
across
the
Broads
,
when
a
maid
came
out
to
say
that
there
was
a
man
at
the
door
who
wanted
to
see
Mr.
Trevor
.
"
'
What
is
his
name
?
"
asked
my
host
.
"
'
He
would
not
give
any
.
'
"
'
What
does
he
want
,
then
?
'
"
'
He
says
that
you
know
him
,
and
that
he
only
wants
a
moment
's
conversation
.
'
"
'
Show
him
round
here
.
"
An
instant
afterwards
there
appeared
a
little
wizened
fellow
with
a
cringing
manner
and
a
shambling
style
of
walking
.
He
wore
an
open
jacket
,
with
a
splotch
of
tar
on
the
sleeve
,
a
red-and-black
check
shirt
,
dungaree
trousers
,
and
heavy
boots
badly
worn
.
His
face
was
thin
and
brown
and
crafty
,
with
a
perpetual
smile
upon
it
,
which
showed
an
irregular
line
of
yellow
teeth
,
and
his
crinkled
hands
were
half
closed
in
a
way
that
is
distinctive
of
sailors
.
As
he
came
slouching
across
the
lawn
I
heard
Mr.
Trevor
make
a
sort
of
hiccoughing
noise
in
his
throat
,
and
,
jumping
out
of
his
chair
,
he
ran
into
the
house
.
He
was
back
in
a
moment
,
and
I
smelt
a
strong
reek
of
brandy
as
he
passed
me
.
"
'
Well
,
my
man
,
"
said
he
.
'
What
can
I
do
for
you
?
'
"
The
sailor
stood
looking
at
him
with
puckered
eyes
,
and
with
the
same
loose-lipped
smile
upon
his
face
.
"
'
You
do
n't
know
me
?
"
he
asked
.
