The Riddle Of The Sands - Childers Robert Erskine ... - Cove Systems

wintry logic of facts would, in any case, decide
him to lay up his yacht, for he could scarcely
think of sailing home at such a season. I could
then take a chance lying ready of spending a
few weeks in Dresden or elsewhere. I settled
this programme comfortably and then turned
in.
From Flushing eastward to Hamburg, then
northward to Flensburg, I cut short the next
day's sultry story. Past dyke and windmill and
still canals, on to blazing stubbles and roaring
towns; at the last, after dusk, through a quiet
level region where the train pottered from one
lazy little station to another, and at ten o'clock I
found myself, stiff and stuffy, on the platform at
Flensburg, exchanging greetings with Davies.
'It's awfully good of you to come.'
'Not at all; it's very good of you to ask me.'
We were both of us ill at ease. Even in the
dim gaslight he clashed on my notions of a