Another thing, he would be rid of Pierre Lemaire, for once let him
put the ocean between him and the dumb man he would take care they
never met again. Altogether, M. Vandeloup had taken all precautions
to secure his own safety with his usual promptitude and coolness,
but notwithstanding that another twelve hours would see him on his
way to Sydney en route for the States, he felt slightly uneasy, for
as he often said, 'There are always possibilities.'
It was about eight o'clock at night, and Gaston was busy in his
rooms packing up to go away next morning. He had disposed of his
apartments to Bellthorp, as that young gentleman had lately come in
for some money and was dissatisfied with the paternal roof, where he
was kept too strictly tied up.
Vandeloup, seated in his shirt sleeves in the midst of a chaos of
articles of clothing, portmanteaux, and boxes, was, with the
experience of an accomplished traveller, rapidly putting these all
away in the most expeditious and neatest manner. He wanted to get
finished before ten o'clock, so that he could go down to his club
and show himself, in order to obviate any suspicion as to his going
away. He did not intend to send out any P.P.C. cards, as he was a
modest young man and wanted to slip unostentatiously out of the
country; besides, there was nothing like precaution, as the least
intimation of his approaching departure would certainly put Dr
Gollipeck on the alert and cause trouble.
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