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He produced two glasses and filled them, and I noticed that he took
money from his pocket and placed it in the till.
"Well, success to the new management!" I said, raising my glass to his.
"Cheerio, and thank you," said he, smiling genially upon me.
He seemed to me more self-possessed and less eccentric than he had
appeared upon our arrival. I determined to draw him out.
"It's funny that an Australian should have owned an hotel away up in
the Welsh hills," I hazarded. "Did he die recently?"
"Australia? You must have misunderstood me," said Mr. Gunthorpe with a
hunted look in his eyes. "Very likely--very likely I said Ostend."
"Ostend? Well, possibly I did," I agreed, feeling certain that I had
made no mistake. "Had he a hotel there as well?"
"Yes, yes. Of course, of course, of course," agreed the landlord,
largely redundant.
"And are you running that as well?"
"Heaven forbid!" he exclaimed, with a shudder. "You see ... this--this
is just a small legacy. It'll be all right by and by. All right, all
right. Let's have another drink.


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