第12章
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  Insteadofbeingaprisonerhereyoumaygoabroadagain,Pyecraft;

  youmaytravel——“

  Astillhappierideacametome。“Youneedneverfearashipwreck。

  Allyouneeddoisjustslipoffsomeorallofyourclothes,takethenecessaryamountofluggageinyourhand,andfloatupintheair——“

  Inhisemotionhedroppedthetack-hammerwithinanaceofmyhead。

  “ByJove!“hesaid,“Ishallbeabletocomebacktotheclubagain。“

  Thethingpulledmeupshort。“ByJove!“Isaidfaintly。“Yes。

  Ofcourse——youwill。“

  Hedid。Hedoes。Therehesitsbehindmenow,stuffing——asIlive!——

  athirdgoofbutteredtea-cake。Andnooneinthewholeworldknows——

  excepthishousekeeperandme——thatheweighspracticallynothing;

  thatheisamereboringmassofassimilatorymatter,merecloudsinclothing,niente,nefas,themostinconsiderableofmen。TherehesitswatchinguntilIhavedonethiswriting。Then,ifhecan,hewillwaylayme。Hewillcomebillowinguptome……

  Hewilltellmeoveragainallaboutit,howitfeels,howitdoesn’tfeel,howhesometimeshopesitispassingoffalittle。

  Andalwayssomewhereinthatfat,abundantdiscoursehewillsay,“Thesecret’skeeping,eh?Ifanyoneknewofit——Ishouldbesoashamed……Makesafellowlooksuchafool,youknow。

  Crawlingaboutonaceilingandallthat……“

  AndnowtoeludePyecraft,occupying,ashedoes,anadmirablestrategicpositionbetweenmeandthedoor。

  5。MR。SKELMERSDALEINFAIRYLAND

  “There’samaninthatshop,“saidtheDoctor,“whohasbeeninFairyland。“

  “Nonsense!“Isaid,andstaredbackattheshop。Itwastheusualvillageshop,post-office,telegraphwireonitsbrow,zincpansandbrushesoutside,boots,shirtings,andpottedmeatsinthewindow。

  “Tellmeaboutit,“Isaid,afterapause。

  “_I_don’tknow,“saidtheDoctor。“He’sanordinarysortoflout——

  Skelmersdaleishisname。ButeverybodyaboutherebelievesitlikeBibletruth。“

  Irevertedpresentlytothetopic。

  “Iknownothingaboutit,“saidtheDoctor,“andIdon’tWANTtoknow。

  Iattendedhimforabrokenfinger——MarriedandSinglecricketmatch——

  andthat’swhenIstruckthenonsense。That’sall。ButitshowsyouthesortofstuffIhavetodealwith,anyhow,eh?Nicetogetmodernsanitaryideasintoapeoplelikethis!“

  “Very,“Isaidinamildlysympathetictone,andhewentontotellmeaboutthatbusinessoftheBonhamdrain。Thingsofthatkind,Iobserve,areapttoweighonthemindsofMedicalOfficersofHealth。

  IwasassympatheticasIknewhow,andwhenhecalledtheBonhampeople“asses,“Isaidtheywere“thunderingasses,“buteventhatdidnotallayhim。

  Afterwards,laterinthesummer,anurgentdesiretosecludemyself,whilefinishingmychapteronSpiritualPathology——itwasreally,Ibelieve,stiffertowritethanitistoread——tookmetoBignor。

  Ilodgedatafarmhouse,andpresentlyfoundmyselfoutsidethatlittlegeneralshopagain,insearchoftobacco。“Skelmersdale,“

  saidItomyselfatthesightofit,andwentin。

  Iwasservedbyashort,butshapely,youngman,withafairdownycomplexion,good,smallteeth,blueeyes,andalanguidmanner。

  Iscrutinisedhimcuriously。Exceptforatouchofmelancholyinhisexpression,hewasnothingoutofthecommon。Hewasintheshirt-sleevesandtucked-upapronofhistrade,andapencilwasthrustbehindhisinoffensiveear。Athwarthisblackwaistcoatwasagoldchain,fromwhichdangledabentguinea。

  “Nothingmoreto-day,sir?“heinquired。Heleantforwardovermybillashespoke。

  “AreyouMr。Skelmersdale?“saidI。

  “Iam,sir,“hesaid,withoutlookingup。

  “IsittruethatyouhavebeeninFairyland?“

  Helookedupatmeforamomentwithwrinkledbrows,withanaggrieved,exasperatedface。“OSHUTit!“hesaid,and,afteramomentofhostility,eyetoeye,hewentonaddingupmybill。“Four,sixandahalf,“hesaid,afterapause。“Thankyou,Sir。“

  So,unpropitiously,myacquaintancewithMr。Skelmersdalebegan。

  Well,Igotfromthattoconfidence——throughaseriesoftoilsomeefforts。IpickedhimupagainintheVillageRoom,whereofanightIwenttoplaybilliardsaftermysupper,andmitigatetheextremeseclusionfrommykindthatwassohelpfultoworkduringtheday。

  Icontrivedtoplaywithhimandafterwardstotalkwithhim。IfoundtheonesubjecttoavoidwasFairyland。Oneverythingelsehewasopenandamiableinacommonplacesortofway,butonthathehadbeenworried——itwasamanifesttaboo。OnlyonceintheroomdidIheartheslightestallusiontohisexperienceinhispresence,andthatwasbyacross-grainedfarmhandwhowaslosingtohim。

  Skelmersdalehadrunabreakintodoublefigures,which,bytheBignorstandards,wasuncommonlygoodplay。“Steadyon!“saidhisadversary。

  “Noneofyourfairyflukes!“

  Skelmersdalestaredathimforamoment,cueinhand,thenflungitdownandwalkedoutoftheroom。

  “Whycan’tyouleave’imalone?“saidarespectableelderwhohadbeenenjoyingthegame,andinthegeneralmurmurofdisapprovalthegrinofsatisfiedwitfadedfromtheploughboy’sface。

  Iscentedmyopportunity。“What’sthisjoke,“saidI,“aboutFairyland?“

  “’Tain’tnojokeaboutFairyland,nottoyoungSkelmersdale,“saidtherespectableelder,drinking。Alittlemanwithrosycheekswasmorecommunicative。“TheyDOsay,sir,“hesaid,“thattheytookhimintoAldingtonKnollan’kep’himthereamatterofthreeweeks。“

  Andwiththatthegatheringwaswellunderweigh。Onceonesheephadstarted,otherswerereadyenoughtofollow,andinalittletimeIhadatleasttheexterioraspectoftheSkelmersdaleaffair。

  Formerly,beforehecametoBignor,hehadbeeninthatverysimilarlittleshopatAldingtonCorner,andtherewhateveritwasdidhappenhadtakenplace。ThestorywasclearthathehadstayedoutlateonenightontheKnollandvanishedforthreeweeksfromthesightofmen,andhadreturnedwith“hiscuffsascleanaswhenhestarted,“

  andhispocketsfullofdustandashes。Hereturnedinastateofmoodywretchednessthatonlyslowlypassedaway,andformanydayshewouldgivenoaccountofwhereitwashehadbeen。ThegirlhewasengagedtoatClaptonHilltriedtogetitoutofhim,andthrewhimoverpartlybecauseherefused,andpartlybecause,asshesaid,hefairlygaveherthe“’ump。“Andthenwhen,sometimeafter,heletouttosomeonecarelesslythathehadbeeninFairylandandwantedtogoback,andwhenthethingspreadandthesimplebadinageofthecountrysidecameintoplay,hethrewuphissituationabruptly,andcametoBignortogetoutofthefuss。ButastowhathadhappenedinFairylandnoneofthesepeopleknew。TherethegatheringintheVillageRoomwenttopieceslikeapackatfault。Onesaidthis,andanothersaidthat。

  Theirairindealingwiththismarvelwasostensiblycriticalandsceptical,butIcouldseeaconsiderableamountofbeliefshowingthroughtheirguardedqualifications。Itookalineofintelligentinterest,tingedwithareasonabledoubtofthewholestory。

  “IfFairyland’sinsideAldingtonKnoll,“Isaid,“whydon’tyoudigitout?“

  “That’swhatIsays,“saidtheyoungploughboy。

  “There’sa-manyhavetriedtodigonAldingtonKnoll,“saidtherespectableelder,solemnly,“onetimeandanother。Butthere’snoneasgoesaboutto-daytotellwhattheygotbydigging。“

  Theunanimityofvaguebeliefthatsurroundedmewasratherimpressive;

  IfelttheremustsurelybeSOMETHINGattherootofsomuchconviction,andthealreadyprettykeencuriosityIfeltabouttherealfactsofthecasewasdistinctlywhetted。Iftheserealfactsweretobegotfromanyone,theyweretobegotfromSkelmersdalehimself;

  andIsetmyself,therefore,stillmoreassiduouslytoeffacethefirstbadimpressionIhadmadeandwinhisconfidencetothepitchofvoluntaryspeech。InthatendeavourIhadasocialadvantage。

  Beingapersonofaffabilityandnoapparentemployment,andwearingtweedsandknickerbockers,IwasnaturallyclassedasanartistinBignor,andintheremarkablecodeofsocialprecedenceprevalentinBignoranartistranksconsiderablyhigherthanagrocer’sassistant。

  Skelmersdale,liketoomanyofhisclass,issomethingofasnob;

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