Dick Christian again, 69 



Three-and-thirty would quite fetch him. He saw Lord 

 Plymouth's death in the paper when he was at break- 

 fast at an inn in Liverpool ; he'd just sailed over 

 there in his yacht, to bring a friend home to England ; 

 he and Lord Plymouth had been together a few 

 days before ; that shocked him terribly. That fall 

 I told you of did him no good. Never quite the 

 same man after. It was inflammation that killed him 

 at last ; he told the doctors they couldn't salivate him ; 

 then he just turns his face to the wall, and dies. I've 

 never been quite happy in my mind about Melton 

 since. 



But now Grantham Station was reached at last, and 

 our quaint gig partnership was dissolved. I shut up 

 my note book as the bell rang, and as I watched the 

 game little veteran drive away, I felt a little sad that 

 my pencil was to be put in rest, and that my re- 

 searches with him into the golden prime of the little 

 hunting metropolis of England had reached their final 

 close. 



