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It was. jolly to see the world coming to life again, and to remember that. England was my own, and all these wild things, so. As I say, I was in a very contented mood, for I had found. I had longed for all my days. I had bought Fosse Manor. War as a wedding present for Mary, and for two and. My son, Peter John, was. Even Mary's anxious eye. But the. place wanted a lot of looking to, for it had run wild during the. War, and the woods had to be thinned, gates and fences repaired. I had got through the worst of it, and as I came. Home Wood on to the lower lawns and saw the old stone. I felt that I was anchored at. There was a pile of letters on the table in the hall, but I. I was not in the mood for any communication with. As I was having a hot bath Mary kept giving me. Peter John had been raising. Cain over a first tooth; the new shorthorn cow was drying off. George Whaddon had got his granddaughter back from service. A chronicle of small beer. I was by a long chalk more interested in it. Parliament or Russia or the. Hindu Kush. The fact is I was becoming such a mossback that I had. Many a day The Times. Mary never looked at anything but the. Not that I didn't read. I used to spend my evenings digging into county. I could about the old fellows who had. I liked to think that I lived in a place. That was. about the only interest I had left in soldiering. As we went downstairs, I remember we stopped to look out of. We're lucky. lucky people. I felt a little shiver run along her arm. I don't. believe in being afraid of happiness. You don't know what that means, you old savage. It. means that you feel you must walk humbly and delicately to. Fates. Greenslade. Paddock- -I had got Paddock back after the War and he was now. I saw by. the satisfied look on the latter's face that he was through with. Here I had better. Tom Greenslade, for of all my recent acquaintances he. I had most taken to. He was a long lean fellow with a. From his. high cheek bones and his colouring you would have set him down as. Scotsman, but as a matter of fact he came from. Devonshire- -Exmoor, I think, though he had been so much about the. I have. travelled a bit, but nothing to Greenslade. He had started as a. Then he had been in the South African. War and afterwards a temporary magistrate up Lydenburg way. He. soon tired of that, and was for a long spell in Uganda and German. East, where he became rather a swell on tropical diseases, and. Then he was in South America, where he had a good. Valparaiso, and then in the Malay States, where he. There was a gap of three. Central Asia, partly. Duckett exploring Northern Mongolia, and. Chinese Tibet hunting for new flowers, for he was mad. He came home in the summer of 1. War swept him up and he. France as M. O. He got wounded. Mesopotamia. where he stayed till the Christmas of 1. Baku with Dunsterville and got as far as Tashkend. Bolsheviks shut him up for a fortnight in a bath- house. He told me that his heart and lungs and blood pressure. But when the War was over he hankered for a quiet life, so he. England. Quiet he may have found, but. I never heard of a country doctor. He would pay three visits a day. He was a first- class man in his profession, and. I never met a chap with such an insatiable curiosity. He lived in two rooms in a. I dare say he had several. All day, and often half the night, he. Nothing came amiss to him in talk- -birds, beasts. He was the best sort of company, for behind all. But for him I should have taken root in the soil and. I have a fine natural talent for vegetating. He told us about the. Irish Spaniard up in the. Argentine who had for cattle- men a most murderous. Sunday, he himself taking on the. Scots. trader from Hankow who had turned Buddhist priest and intoned his. Glasgow accent; and most of all a Malay. St. Francis with beasts. Nero with his fellow- men. That took him to. Central Asia, and he observed that if ever he left England again. He had a notion that. It won't. go on for ever. Some day a new Genghis Khan or a Timour will be. Europe is confused enough, but. Asia is ancient Chaos. I had meant it. for my own room where I could write and read and smoke, but Mary. She had a jolly panelled sitting- room of her. I chased her. away, she was like a hen in a garden and always came back, so. I have the old hunter's notion of order, but it. Mary, so now my desk was littered with. Peter John's toys and. I kept my. fly- books, and Peter John himself used to make a kraal every. It was a cold night and very pleasant by the fireside, where. The doctor. picked up a detective novel I had been reading, and glanced at. These shockers are too easy, Dick. I call that a dashed ingenious yarn. I can't think how. The author writes the story inductively, and. Do you see what I mean? I want to write a shocker, so I begin by fixing on. Let us take three things a. Not much connection. You invent a connection- -simple enough if you. The. reader, who knows nothing about the three at the start, is. He is pleased with the ingenuity of the solution, for. I won't be able any more to marvel at. It might have been all right twenty years. But. they don't nowadays. Have you ever realised, Dick, the amount of. War has left in the world? Well, as a pathologist, I'm fairly staggered. I. hardly meet a soul who hasn't got some slight kink in his brain. With most people it's. But with some it's pukka madness, and that. Now, how are you going to write detective stories. You can take nothing. Original sin is. always there, but the meaning of civilisation was that we had got. But it isn't only sin. It's a dislocation of the mechanism of. Oddly enough, in. The classes that. War are the worst- -you see it in Ireland. Every. doctor nowadays has got to be a bit of a mental pathologist. As I. say, you can hardly take anything for granted, and if you want. Better try your hand, Dick. I'm a lover of sober facts. There's nothing. very new in the doctrine, but people are beginning to work it out. It's an awful thing when a scientific truth becomes the. But as I say, the fact of the. Only, people who have led his kind of life. But I bet if Dick took to. I've a good memory and. Take any daily incident. I see and hear, say. But my subconscious self sees and hears. Only I can't. use the memory, for I don't know that I've got it, and can't call. I wish. But every now and then something. I find myself sometimes remembering names. I was never aware of having heard, and little incidents and. I had never consciously noticed. Imagination, you will. If I could only find some way of. I should be an uncommonly efficient fellow. But what has that to do. The barriers between the conscious and the. It is like two. separate tanks of fluid, where the containing wall has worn into. The result is. confusion, and, if the fluids are of a certain character. That is why I say that you can't any longer take the. I. want a simpler world. He had become very. Mary as he talked. All history has been. These are the work of the conscious self. The subconscious. If it intrudes on life two. There will be a weakening of the power of. Almighty. And there will be a failure of nerve. I don't know whether he. There was very fair dry- fly. I had taken a. deer- forest with Archie Roylance for the season, and Greenslade. There had been. no sea- trout the year before in the West Highlands, and we fell. He was ready with a dozen theories, and. After that Mary sang to us, for I. As I smoked my last pipe I found my thoughts going over. Greenslade's talk. I had found a snug harbour, but how yeasty the. I. wondered if it wasn't shirking to be so comfortable in a. Then I reflected that I was owed a little. I had had a roughish life. But Mary's words kept. I turned them over and saw that they were mostly bills and. But there was one addressed in. I knew, and as I looked at it I experienced a. It was from Lord Artinswell- -Sir. Walter Bullivant, as was- -who had now retired from the Foreign. Office, and was living at his place on the Kennet. He and I. occasionally corresponded about farming and fishing, but I had a. I waited for a. second or two before I opened it. In the next day or. I am not responsible for the request, but I. If you consent, it will mean the end for a time of. I don't want to influence you one way. I only give you notice of what is coming in order. My. love to Mary and the son. I had lost my trepidation and felt very angry. As I went upstairs I vowed. I had set myself. I had done enough for the. I should be allowed to attend to my own. I HEAR OF THE THREE HOSTAGESThere is an odour about a country- house which I love better. Mary used to say it was a mixture of. Fosse, where there was. I fancy it was wood- smoke. I liked it best in the morning, when there was a touch. I used to stand at the top of the. I went to my bath. But on the morning I. I could take no pleasure in it; indeed it seemed to.
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