His ship was wrecked up in the Bay of Tobermory and he got ashore-and stopped." Cæsar Ferrara came with the Armada in 1588 as armourer. "They date from the son of Andrea Ferrara, the sword-maker, who was a Spaniard. "The Ferraras, although they're counted Scotch-aren't they?-must have been Italian originally-" "Perhaps he's a throw-back," he suggested lightly. "Well, it's silly, I suppose, but what does he want with a fire on a blazing night like this?" "Spit it out," urged Sime, watching him oddly. "Of course," he continued, "my governor and Sir Michael are bosom friends, and although I've never seen much of young Ferrara, at the same time I've got nothing against him. "There's a pretty cousin, too, isn't there?" inquired Sime slyly. "He doesn't have to he inherits a fortune when Sir Michael dies." He'd make a fortune as a nerve specialist." "That's no news," said Sime, filling his pipe "we all know he's a queer chap. "Right-oh," said Cairn calmly, and tossed his pouch across. "Look here, Cairn," cried Sime, "I've only got a week or so now, and my nervous system is frantically rocky I shall go all to pieces on my nervous system. "You've never been in Ferrara's rooms, have you?" he inquired.įollowed a muffled curse, crash, and the skull went rolling across the floor. "Nobody will ever want to put your brain in a bottle," predicted the scowling Sime, and resumed his studies.Ĭairn relighted his pipe, staring across the quadrangle again. His governor is at Bart's he sent it up yesterday. "Wilson, in the end house, has got a most unusual brain," said Cairn, with apparent irrelevance. I shall go down on that and there you've been stuck staring out of the window!" "I thought you'd come to give me a hand with my basal ganglia. "Aren't you going to do any work?" he inquired pathetically. Cairn was a tall, thin Scotsman, clean-shaven, square jawed, and with the crisp light hair and grey eyes which often bespeak unusual virility. Sime glanced up irritably at the speaker. "Sime," he said, "what does Ferrara always have a fire in his rooms for at this time of the year?" Within the room to which it belonged a lambent light played.Ĭairn turned to his companion, a ruddy and athletic looking man, somewhat bovine in type, who at the moment was busily tracing out sections on a human skull and checking his calculations from Ross's Diseases of the Nervous System. It was from there the cooling breeze came.īut Cairn's gaze was set upon a window almost directly ahead, and west below the chimneys.
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The barred shadow on the lichened stones beyond the elm was cast by the hidden gate and straight ahead, where, between a quaint chimney-stack and a bartizan, a triangular patch of blue showed like spangled velvet, lay the Thames.
The moon had just arisen, and it softened the beauty of the old college buildings, mellowed the harshness of time, casting shadow pools beneath the cloisteresque arches to the west and setting out the ivy in stronger relief upon the ancient walls.
Robert Cairn looked out across the quadrangle. 28 Chapter XXVIII - The High Priest, Hortotef.24 Chapter XXIV - Flowering of the Lotus.23 Chapter XXIII - The Face in the Orchid-House.
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