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The “Gloria Scott”
‘YouknowwhereMr.Beddoesis?’
"‘Blessyou,sir,Iknowwhereallmyoldfriendsare,"saidthefellowwithasinistersmile,andheslouchedoffafterthemaidtothekitchen.Mr.Trevormumbledsomethingtousabouthavingbeenshipmatewiththemanwhenhewasgoingbacktothediggings,andthen,leavingusonthelawn,hewentindoors.Anhourlater,whenweenteredthehouse,wefoundhimstretcheddeaddrunkuponthedining-roomsofa.Thewholeincidentleftamostuglyimpressionuponmymind,andIwasnotsorrynextdaytoleaveDonnithorpebehindme,forIfeltthatmypresencemustbeasourceofembarrassmenttomyfriend.
"Allthisoccurredduringthefirstmonthofthelongvacation.IwentuptomyLondonrooms,whereIspentsevenweeksworkingoutafewexperimentsinorganicchemistry.Oneday,however,whentheautumnwasfaradvancedandthevacationdrawingtoaclose,IreceivedatelegramfrommyfriendimploringmetoreturntoDonnithorpe,andsayingthathewasingreatneedofmyadviceandassistance.OfcourseIdroppedeverythingandsetoutfortheNorthoncemore.
"Hemetmewiththedog-cartatthestation,andIsawataglancethatthelasttwomonthshadbeenverytryingonesforhim.Hehadgrownthinandcareworn,andhadlosttheloud,cheerymannerforwhichhehadbeenremarkable.
"‘Thegovernorisdying,"werethefirstwordshesaid.
"‘Impossible!"Icried.‘Whatisthematter?’
"‘Apoplexy.
