G. K. Chesterton by The Club of Queer Trades

Author:The Club of Queer Trades [The Club of Queer Trades]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Great branches of the elm loaded with leaves swung about us in a sudden burst of wind, but when it died down I could still hear the conversational voice above. I could hear two voices.

Suddenly from aloft came Basil’s boisterous hailing voice as before: “Come up, you fellows. Here’s Lieutenant Keith.”

And a second afterwards came the halfAmerican voice we had heard in our chambers more than once. It called out:

“Happy to see you, gentlemen; pray come in.”

Out of a hole in an enormous dark, eggshaped thing pendant in the branches like a wasp’s nest, was protruding the pale face and fierce mustache of the lieutenant, his teeth shining with that slightly Southern air that belonged to him.

Somehow or other, stunned and speechless, we lifted ourselves heavily into the opening. We fell into the full glow of a lamp-lit, cushioned, tiny room, with a circular wall lined with books, a circular table, and a circular seat around it. At this table sat three people. One was Basil, who, in the instant after alighting there, had fallen into an attitude of marmoreal GclSG, cLS if he had been there from boyhood; he was smoking a cigar with a slow pleasure. The second was Lieutenant Drummond Keith, who looked happy also, but feverish and doubtful compared with his granite guest. The third was the little, bald-headed houseagent with the wild whiskers, who called himself Montmorency. The spears, the green umbrella, and the cavalry sword hung in parallels on the wall. The sealed jar of strange wine was on the mantel-piece, the enormous rifle in the corner. In the middle of the table was a magnum of champagne. Glasses were already set for us.

The wind of the night roared far below us, like an ocean at the foot of a light-house. The room stirred slightly, as a cabin might in a mild sea.

Our glasses were filled, and we still sat there dazed and dumb. Then Basil spoke:

“You seem still a little doubtful, Rupert. Surely there is no further question about the cold veracity of our injured host.”

” I don’t quite grasp it all,” said Rupert, blinking still in the sudden glare. ” Lieutenant Keith said his address was—”

” It’s really quite right, sir,” said Keith, with an open smile. ” The bobby asked me where I lived. And I said, quite truthfully, that I lived in the elms on Buxton Common, near Purley. So I do. This gentleman, Mr. Montmorency, whom I think you have met before, is an agent for houses of this kind. He has a special line in arboreal villas. It’s being kept rather quiet at present, because the people who want these houses don’t want them to get too common. But it’s just the sort of thing that a fellow like myself, racketing about in all sorts of queer corners of London, naturally knocks up’ against.”

“Are you really an agent for arboreal villas?” asked Rupert, eagerly, recovering his ease with the romance of the reality.

Mr. Montmorency, in his embarrassment, fingered one of his pockets and nervously pulled out a snake, which crawled about the table.

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