"
A pushing open of the outer door, a bang, and hasty footsteps in the
hall. Tom had arrived. Tom, with his sparkling eyes, his glowing face.
They sparkled for his father only in that first moment; his father, who
turned and _walked_ to meet him.
"Oh, papa! What baths those must be!" cried honest Tom. "If ever I get
rich, I'll go over there and make them a present of a thousand pounds.
To think that nothing else should have cured you!"
"I think something else must have had a hand in curing me, Tom."
Tom looked up inquiringly. "Ah, papa! You mean God."
"Yes, my boy. God has cured me. The baths were only instruments in His
hands."
CHAPTER LIV.
"THE SHIP'S DROWNED."
Rejecting all offers of refreshment--the meal which Constance had
planned, and Judith prepared, both with so much loving care--Mr.
Channing resolved to seek out Butterby at once. In his state of
suspense, he could neither wait, nor eat, nor remain still; it would be
a satisfaction only to see Butterby, and hear his opinion.
Mr. Huntley accompanied him; scarcely less proud than Hamish would have
been, to walk once more arm in arm with Mr. Channing. But, as there is
not the least necessity for our going to the police-station, for Mr.
Butterby could tell us no more than we already know; we will pay a
short visit to Mr. Stephen Bywater.
That gentleman stood in the cloisters, into which he had seduced old
Jenkins, the bedesman, having waited for the twilight hour, that he
might make sure no one else would be there.
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