He
had never conceived a moment's distrust of Sherwood's honesty, nor
did his misgiving now take that form; the question which troubled
him throughout to-day was--whether Godfrey Sherwood might be a
victim of delusions. Certainly he had a very strange look; that
haggard face, those brilliant eyes--
So disquieting was the suspicion that, at dosing time, Will could no
longer resist an impulse to betake himself to Morley's Hotel.
Sherwood had said that Milligan was there only for a few days, until
the wealthy Irishman could find a furnished house suitable to his
needs whilst he remained in London. Arrived at the hotel, he
inquired for his friend; Sherwood had dined and gone out. Will
hesitated a moment, then asked whether Mr. Milligan was to be seen.
Mr. Milligan, he learnt, had gone out with Mr. Sherwood. So Milligan
did exist. Will's relief at settling this point banished his doubts
on all the others. He turned westward again, and through a night of
soft, warm rain walked all the way to his lodgings.
On the third day after, late in the evening, Sherwood paid him a
second visit. Godfrey was in high spirits. He announced that
Milligan had taken a house near the Marble Arch, where he also, as
secretary, would have his quarters, and that already a meeting had
been convened of the leading London vegetarians. Things were
splendidly in train. Then he produced an evening newspaper, with a
paragraph, which spoke of the serious illness of Mr.
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