"
"Has he a tent with him?" said Meldon. "He doesn't look like a man who
would care for camping out, but of course he might try it."
"He has no tent that I seen," said Doyle. "But I'll tell you what
happened. As soon as ever he'd finished cursing Sabina he said the car
was to come round, because he was going off out. Well, it came; for I
was in the yard myself, as I told you this minute, and I seen to it
that it came round in double quick time, hoping that maybe I'd pacify
him that way."
"With my cushions on it?" said the Major.
"He took no notice of the cushions. In the temper he was in at the
time he wouldn't have said a civil word if you'd set him down on
cushions stuffed full of golden sovereigns. He just took a lep on to
the car--I was watching him from round the corner of the yard gate to
see how he would conduct himself--and--"
"Wait a minute," said Meldon. "Had he his luggage with him?"
"He had not."
"Well then he can't have been going to the train."
"He was not. But--"
"Had he his rod?"
"He had not. But--"
"He'd hardly have gone fishing without his rod, however bad his temper
was. I wonder now where on earth he did go.
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