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pending/885: Friend Profit with eBay (pending) |
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Sat, 10 Jan 2009 23:15:26 -0600 (CST) |
>Number: 885
>Category: pending
>Synopsis: Friend Profit with eBay
>Confidential: no
>Severity: serious
>Priority: medium
>Responsible: unassigned
>State: open
>Class: sw-bug
>Submitter-Id: net
>Arrival-Date: Sat Jan 10 23:15:26 -0600 2009
>Originator: "SellersLounge" <address@hidden>
>Release:
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<From my vantage ground I could scan the whole moor right away to the railway
line and to the south of it where green fields took the place of heather. I
have eyes like a hawk, but I could see nothing moving in the whole countryside.
Then I looked east beyond the ridge and saw a new kind of landscape shallow
green valleys with plentiful fir plantations and the faint lines of dust which
spoke of highroads. Last of all I looked into the blue May sky, and there I saw
that which set my pulses racing ...
Low down in the south a monoplane was climbing into the heavens. I was as
certain as if I had been told that that aeroplane was looking for me, and that
it did not belong to the police. For an hour or two I watched it from a pit of
heather. It flew low along the hill tops, and then in narrow circles over the
valley up which I had come Then it seemed to change its mind, rose to a great
height, and flew away back to the south.
I did not like this espionage from the air, and I began to think less well of
the countryside I had chosen for a refuge. These heather hills were no sort of
cover if my enemies were in the sky, and I must find a different kind of
sanctuary. I looked with more satisfaction to the green country beyond the
ridge, for there I should find woods and stone houses.
About six in the evening I came out of the moorland to a white ribbon of road
which wound up the narrow vale of a lowland stream. As I followed it, fields
gave place to bent, the glen became a plateau, and presently I had reached a
kind of pass where a solitary house smoked in the twilight. The road swung over
a bridge, and leaning on the parapet was a young man.
He was smoking a long clay pipe and studying the water with spectacled eyes.
In his left hand was a small book with a finger marking the place. Slowly he
repeated
He jumped round as my step rung on the keystone, and I saw a pleasant sunburnt
boyish face.
Good evening to you, he said gravely. Its a fine night for the road.
The smell of peat smoke and of some savoury roast floated to me from the house.
Is that place an inn? I asked.
At your service, he said politely. I am the landlord, Sir, and I hope you will
stay the night, for to tell you the truth I have had no company for a week.
I pulled myself up on the parapet of the bridge and filled my pipe. I began to
detect an ally.
Youre young to be an innkeeper, I said.
My father died a year ago and left me the business. I live there with my
grandmother. Its a slow job for a young man, and it wasnt my choice of
profession.
Which was?
He actually blushed. I want to write books, he said.
And what better chance could you ask? I cried. Man, Ive often thought that an
innkeeper would make the best story teller in the world.
Not now, he said eagerly. Maybe in the old days when you had pilgrims and
ballad makers and highwaymen and mail coaches on the road. But not now. Nothing
comes here but motor cars full of fat women, who stop for lunch, and a
fisherman or two in the spring, and the shooting tenants in August. There is
not much material to be got out of that. I want to see life, to travel the
world, and write things like Kipling and Conrad. But the most Ive done yet is
to get some verses printed in CHAMBERSS JOURNAL. I looked at the inn standing
golden in the sunset against the brown hills.
Ive knocked a bit about the world, and I wouldnt despise such a hermitage.
Dyou think that adventure is found only in the tropics or among gentry in red
shirts? Maybe youre rubbing shoulders with it at this moment.
Thats what Kipling says, he said, his eyes brightening, and he quoted some
verse about Romance bringing up the 9.15.
Heres a true tale for you then, I cried, and a month from now you can make a
novel out of it.
Sitting on the bridge in the soft May gloaming I pitched him a lovely yarn. It
was true in essentials, too, though I altered the minor details. I made out
that I was a mining magnate from Kimberley, who had had a lot of trouble with
I.D.B. and had shown up a gang. They had pursued me across the ocean, and had
killed my best friend, and were now on my tracks.
I told the story well, though I say it who shouldnt. I pictured a flight
across the Kalahari to German Africa, the crackling, parching days, the
wonderful blue velvet nights. I described an attack on my life on the voyage
home, and I made a really horrid affair of the Portland Place murder. Youre
looking for adventure, I cried; well, youve found it here. The devils are after
me, and the police are after them. Its a race that I mean to win.
By God! he whispered, drawing his breath in sharply, it is all pure Rider
Haggard and Conan Doyle.
You believe me, I said gratefully.
Of course I do, and he held out his hand. I believe everything out of the
common. The only thing to distrust is the normal.>
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