6/21 Mr. Mr.Jarniman, I hear, thinks it what he calls a traitor in the camp. I saw no sign; we were all merry and friendly.' 'Jarniman ?' said Victor sharply. 'Who is the Jarniman ?' 'Mr.Jarniman is, I am to understand from the acquaintance introducing us--a Mr.Shaplow I met in the train from Lakelands one day, and again at the corner of a street near Drury Lane, a ham and beef shop kept by a Mrs.Jarniman, a very stout lady, who does the chief carving in the shop, and is the mother of Mr.Jarniman: he is in a confidential place, highly trusted.' Skepsey looked up from the hands he soaped: 'He is a curious mixture; he has true enthusiasm for boxing, he believes in ghosts. He mourns for the lost days of prize-fighting, he thinks that spectres are on the increase. |