"
"Thought there might be. Met a lunatic just now. Queer old fish as
ever I saw!"
And so, in friendly chat, we took our homeward ways, and wished each
other 'good-night' at the door of his hotel.
Left to myself, I felt the 'eerie' feeling rush over me again, and saw,
standing at the door of Number Forty, the three figures I knew so well.
"Then it's the wrong house?" Bruno was saying.
"No, no! It's the right house," the Professor cheerfully replied:
"but it's the wrong street. That's where we've made our mistake!
Our best plan, now, will be to--"
It was over. The street was empty, Commonplace life was around me,
and the 'eerie' feeling had fled.
CHAPTER 19.
HOW TO MAKE A PHLIZZ.
The week passed without any further communication with the 'Hall,'
as Arthur was evidently fearful that we might 'wear out our welcome';
but when, on Sunday morning, we were setting out for church, I gladly
agreed to his proposal to go round and enquire after the Earl, who was
said to be unwell.
Eric, who was strolling in the garden, gave us a good report of the
invalid, who was still in bed, with Lady Muriel in attendance.
"Are you coming with us to church?" I enquired.
"Thanks, no," he courteously replied. "It's not--exactly in my line,
you know. It's an excellent institution--for the poor. When I'm with
my own folk, I go, just to set them an example. But I'm not known here:
so I think I'll excuse myself sitting out a sermon.
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