The Pools of Silence

papers under his arm, stood for a moment i

o on a big-game shooting

rican, speaking in English. Then, in French,

hy

on

ting on a big-game shooting expedition to the Congo. He requires a medical man to

s eyes

ousand

yesterday the Captain put the thing before me-in fact, gave me carte blanche to ch

American,"

, with a little laugh. "You are all big

s leading him down the passage towar

s why you are so vital and important, you Anglo-Sax

of one of the hou

oloured beard, was seated before the f

o Adams, and, drawing an old couch a bit f

e was the only man in the Beaujon who had the art of sitting on it

n him at a birthday party where the cakes and ale, to say nothing of the cigarettes and the unpawned banjo, were the direct products of a pawned microscope. I have seen him, I say, at a party like this, drinking a health to

laugh, and Dr. Duthil, turning in his chair, regarded anew the colossus from the States. The great, large-hewn, ca

" said

than Bauchardy

replie

ams, amused rather by the way in whi

l. "Why, he was the las

so he takes a doctor. He pays well and is entirely to be trusted to do the right thing, as far as money goes. On that side the contract is all right. But there is another side-the character of Berselius. A man, to be the companion of Captain Berselius, needs to be big and stro

, "he is a villain, t

e quiet, Duthil, you do not know the man as

that this Berselius was intent on another expedition, you determined to throw a forei

confession, buttoning his overcoat

one financially. Yes. I must say I dread that two thousand francs a month will prove a fa

his man's address? I don't say I will take th

king one of his own cards from his p

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ce, whose malady, hitherto expressed by evil living, had suddenly taken

and labelled each province with names all ending in enia or itis. Berselius is a Primitive, it seems; this Balkan prince is-I don't know what they call him-sure

against Captain Berselius?" as

the old type, who values human life not one hair. Bauchardy, that last doctor he took with him, was a frie

led

hardship an

erw

ers, and Bauchardy died in the hospital at Marseilles of spinal meningitis, b

as Ber

hunting fever, and Bauchardy-mon Dieu, you should have seen him durin

o these swamps you speak of, and made to hunt against his will-treated

unting. A man of iron with the ferocity of a tiger-a very devil,

interests me somehow, and I

"but I have warned you fully,

way from the Beaujon. He made his way there

roposal coming from the seda

individual more than he can take. He wants to stick a six-foot Yankee in the breach, instead of a five-foot froggie, all absinthe and cigarette ends. Well, he was frank, at all events. Hum, I don't like the proposition-and yet there's something-there's some

on this Berselius and does he in his heart of hearts imagine that by allotting P. Quincy Adams to the post of physician extraordinary to the expedition, he will get even with the Captain? My friend, remember th

he Boul' Miche, as you go from the Seine; called for a boc, and then plunged into a game of dominoes with an art student i

he looked at it the more attraction it had for him, and-"Whatever comes of it," said he to himself,