The Club of Queer Trades
Basil, however, seemed to find something very curious about his answer or his demeanor generally, for he kept his big blue eyes fixed on the old clergyman, and though the eyes were quite quiet they stood out more and more from his head.
"You are quite sure, Mr. Shorter," he repeated, "that you don't know Captain Fraser?"
"Quite," answered the vicar, and I was certainly puzzled to find him returning so much to the timidity not to say the demoralization of his tone when he first entered my presence.
Basil sprang smartly to his feet.
"Then our course is clear," he said. "You have not even begun your investigation, my dear Mr. Shorter; the first thing for us to do is to go together to see Captain Fraser."
"When?" asked the clergyman, stammering.
"Now," said Basil, putting one arm in his fur coat.
The old clergyman rose to his feet, quaking all over.
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