Bat Wing by Sax Rohmer
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Mid-Hatton. I remember the time well enough because of all the trouble
there was about him bringing a Chinaman down here." "I can imagine it must have created something of a sensation," I murmured. "Is the Guest House a large property?" "Oh, no, sir, only ten rooms and a garden, and it had been vacant for a long time. It belongs to what is called the Crayland Park Estate." "Mr. Camber, I take it, is a literary man?" "So I believe, sir." Mrs. Wootton, having cleared the counter, glanced up at the clock and then at me with a cheery but significant smile. "I see that it is after time," I said, returning the smile, "but the queer people who seem to live hereabouts interest me very much." "I can't wonder at that, sir!" said the landlady, laughing outright. "Chinamen and Spanish men and what-not. If some of the old gentry that lived here before the war could see it, they wouldn't recognize the place, of that I am sure." "Ah, well," said I, pausing at the step, "I shall hope to see more of Mr. Camber, and of yourself too, madam, for your ale is excellent." "Thank you, sir, I'm sure," said the landlady much gratified, "but as to Mr. Camber, I really doubt if he would know you if you met him again. Not if he was sober, I mean." |
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