AMBROTOX

AND

LIMPING DICK

BY OLIVER FLEMING

1920

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.—THE VISITOR'S SHADOW
CHAPTER II.—THE HEN WITH ONE CHICK
CHAPTER III.—"HUMMIN' BIRD'S WESKIT"
CHAPTER IV.—COFFEE
CHAPTER V.—AMBROTOX
CHAPTER VI.—AMARYLLIS
CHAPTER VII.—PERFUME
CHAPTER VIII.—THE SWINE THAT STANK
CHAPTER IX.—THE POLITICAL COVES
CHAPTER X.—THE GREEN FROCK
CHAPTER XI.—THE WINDOW
CHAPTER XII.—THE STAIRS
CHAPTER XIII.—THE KNIFE-THROWER
CHAPTER XIV.—PENNY PANSY
CHAPTER XV.—THE LIZARD
CHAPTER XVI.—"THE GOAT IN BOOTS"
CHAPTER XVII.—THE UNICORN
CHAPTER XVIII.—THE SERANG
CHAPTER XIX.—SAPPHIRE AND EMERALD
CHAPTER XX.—A ROPE OR SOMETHING
CHAPTER XXI.—THE BAAG-NOUK
CHAPTER XXII.—LORD LABRADOR
CHAPTER XXIII.—FALLING OUT
CHAPTER XXIV.—KUK-KUK-KUK-KATIE
CHAPTER XXV.—WAITERS
CHAPTER XXVI.—PRISONER AND ESCORT
CHAPTER XXVII.—AN INTERIM REPORT

AMBROTOX AND LIMPING DICK.

CHAPTER I.

THE VISITOR'S SHADOW.

Randal Bellamy's country house was a place of pleasant breakfasts. From the dining room the outlook was delightful; grass, flowers and sunshine, with the host's easy charm, made it almost as easy for Theophilus Caldegard to drink his tea fresh, as for his daughter Amaryllis not to keep her host, Sir Randal, waiting for his coffee.

This morning, while she waited for the two men, the girl, remembering that this was the eighteenth of June, was surprised by the ease with which the five weeks of her stay had slipped by; and she wondered, without anxiety, at what point the guest merges into the inmate.

"I can't live here for ever," she thought; "but as long as there's room for his test-tubes, and his dinner's good, dad thinks it's all right for a girl."

And, as if it was all right, she laughed—just in time for Randal Bellamy to get full benefit of the pleasant sound.

"Laughing all alone?" he said.

"That's when the funny things happen," replied Amaryllis.

Bellamy looked down at her, as if asking a share in her merriment.

"After all, I don't know why I laughed," she said. "I was only thinking it's five whole weeks since we came here, and——"

"And you want to go somewhere else?"

Amaryllis shook her head. "And it's gone like five days, I was going to say."

She took her seat at the table and poured out his coffee. "I'm not going to let you wait a moment for father this morning; it was two o'clock when he went to bed."

"How do you know that, you bad girl?" said Bellamy.

"Because dad can't get out of the habit of putting his boots outside his door," she replied. "And when he's pleased with his work, he throws 'em out."

"I've heard them," he said, laughing. "But last night I was in bed before twelve; I suppose he took advantage of that and sneaked back to the laboratory again."

"But I thought," said Amaryllis, after a pause, "that Ambrotox was finished and ready to make its bow to the public."

"God forbid!" said Bellamy, in a tone of such intensity that the girl was astonished.

"But surely you've been helping him to finish it—you wanted it finished," she exclaimed.

"Yes, but not published," said the man.

The girl's next eager question was cut short by the entrance of the parlour-maid with the morning's letters; and after her came Theophilus Caldegard.

His person was as unlike the popular conception of a man of science as can well be imagined. His sturdy figure, thick white hair, and the ruddy complexion of his face, where the benevolence of the mouth attracted attention before the keenness of the eyes,