The professor's mood of
indulgent maturity melted into dismay before the half-seen horror in
her eyes.
But the moment of revelation passed as quickly as it had come. The
girl's face settled again into its grave placidity.
"I'll get the tea," she said. "The kettle will be boiling dry."
CHAPTER VII
In the form of a letter from Professor Spence to his friend, Dr.
John Rogers.
No letter yet from you, Bones; Bainbridge must be having the
measles. Or perhaps I am not allowing for the fact that it takes
almost a fortnight to go and come across this little bit of Empire.
Also Li Ho hasn't been across the Inlet for a week. He says
"Tillicum too muchy hole. Li Ho long time patch um."
On still days, I can hear him doing it. Perhaps my hostess is right
and we are not so far away from the beach as I fancied on the night
of my arrival. I'll test this detail, and many others, soon. For
today I am sitting up. I'm sure I could walk a little, if I were to
try. But I am not in a hurry. Hurry is a vice of youth.
And I am actually getting some work done. Bones, old thing, I have
made a discovery for the lack of which many famous men have died too
soon. I have discovered the perfect secretary!
These blank lines represent all the things which I might say but
which, with great moral effort, I suppress. I know what a frightful
bore is the man who insists upon talking about a new discovery.
Therefore I shall not indulge my natural inclination to tell you
just how perfect this secretary is.
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