Tales of Terror and Mystery
The Beetle-Hunter
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"Yes,Iqualifiedinmyyoungerdays,whentherewereseverallivesbetweenmeandthepeerage.Ihavenothadoccasiontopractise,butIhavefounditausefuleducation,allthesame.IneverregrettedtheyearswhichIdevotedtomedicalstudy.ThesearethegatesofDelamereCourt."
Wehadcometotwohighpillarscrownedwithheraldicmonsterswhichflankedtheopeningofawindingavenue.Overthelaurelbushesandrhododendrons,Icouldseealong,many-gabledmansion,girdledwithivy,andtonedtothewarm,cheery,mellowglowofoldbrick-work.Myeyeswerestillfixedinadmirationuponthisdelightfulhousewhenmycompanionpluckednervouslyatmysleeve.
"Here’sSirThomas,"hewhispered."Pleasetalkbeetleallyoucan."
Atall,thinfigure,curiouslyangularandbony,hademergedthroughagapinthehedgeoflaurels.Inhishandheheldaspud,andheworegauntletedgardener’sgloves.Abroad-brimmed,greyhatcasthisfaceintoshadow,butitstruckmeasexceedinglyaustere,withanill-nourishedbeardandharsh,irregularfeatures.TheflypulledupandLordLinchmeresprangout.
"MydearThomas,howareyou?"saidhe,heartily.
Buttheheartinesswasbynomeansreciprocal.Theownerofthegroundsglaredatmeoverhisbrother-in-law’sshoulder,andIcaughtbrokenscrapsofsentences—"well-knownwishes...hatredofstrangers...unjustifiableintrusion...perfectlyinexcusable."Thentherewasamutteredexplanation,andthetwoofthemcameovertogethertothesideofthefly.
"LetmepresentyoutoSirThomasRossiter,Dr.Hamilton,"saidLordLinchmere.