If he's had any luck
at all this morning he'll have forgotten about the paraffin oil before
I get to him. Good-morning, Miss King. Don't believe all the Major
says about Mr. Simpkins. There's no one I know who's fairer-minded in
a general way than the Major. But in the case of Mr. Simpkins he's
regularly warped, and you ought not to take any notice of what he may
have said."
Sir Gilbert Hawkesby was up to his knees in the river when Meldon came
upon him. He was throwing a fly over a most likely pool and had
already been rewarded by a rise. On the bank lay a remarkably fine
salmon, at least twenty pounds in weight, which he had caught. He was
in a very cheerful mood, and felt kindly towards every one in the world.
"Don't let me interrupt you," said Meldon. "You're at one of the best
spots on the whole river. I'll sit down here and wait till you've
finished."
But the judge, though a very keen fisherman, was evidently more eager
to talk to Meldon than to catch another salmon. He waded ashore at
once and laid down his rod.
"I'm very glad to meet you, Mr. Meldon," he said. "There are one or
two questions I'd like to ask you.
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