Captain Jethro stopped in his stride.
"Eh?" he grunted. "Eh? What's that?"
Galusha Bangs moved forward, quietly elbowing his way from the back
row of the circle to the open space before the inner line of chairs and
their excited occupants.
"It is--ah--I, Captain Hallett," he observed, calmly, "I wished to ask
a question. You see, I have been very much interested by
the--ah--manifestations here this evening. Very much so, really--indeed,
yes."
The light keeper interrupted. "Don't bother me!" he ordered, savagely.
"I'm goin' to find that sneakin' rascal, and--Get out of my way, will
you?"
Somehow or other the little Egyptologist had moved forward until,
without appearing to have made an effort to do so, he was directly in
the captain's way--that is, between the latter and the door of the front
hall. The command to get out of the way he acknowledged politely and
with caution.
"Yes, yes, of course," he said, hastily. "I'm very sorry. Very sorry
indeed. I beg your pardon, Captain Hallett. Now there is one point in
this lady's--ah--messages--ah--communications, you know--which puzzles
me somewhat. You see--"
"I can't stop to talk to you now. I'm goin' to--WILL you get out of my
way?"
"Was I in your way? I BEG your pardon. How clumsy of me! I--ah--You see,
this lady's last message seemed to point so directly in my direction
that I felt constrained to speak.
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