The Man Who Was Thursday HTML version
13. The Pursuit Of The President
NEXT morning five bewildered but hilarious people took the boat for Dover. The
poor old Colonel might have had some cause to complain, having been first
forced to fight for two factions that didn't exist, and then knocked down with an
iron lantern. But he was a magnanimous old gentleman, and being much relieved
that neither party had anything to do with dynamite, he saw them off on the pier
with great geniality.
The five reconciled detectives had a hundred details to explain to each other.
The Secretary had to tell Syme how they had come to wear masks originally in
order to approach the supposed enemy as fellow-conspirators;
Syme had to explain how they had fled with such swiftness through a civilised
country. But above all these matters of detail which could be explained, rose the
central mountain of the matter that they could not explain. What did it all mean? If
they were all harmless officers, what was Sunday? If he had not seized the
world, what on earth had he been up to? Inspector Ratcliffe was still gloomy
"I can't make head or tail of old Sunday's little game any more than you can," he
said. "But whatever else Sunday is, he isn't a blameless citizen. Damn it! do you
remember his face?"
"I grant you," answered Syme, "that I have never been able to forget it."
"Well," said the Secretary, "I suppose we can find out soon, for tomorrow we
have our next general meeting. You will excuse me," he said, with a rather
ghastly smile, "for being well acquainted with my secretarial duties."
"I suppose you are right," said the Professor reflectively. "I suppose we might find
it out from him; but I confess that I should feel a bit afraid of asking Sunday who
he really is."
"Why," asked the Secretary, "for fear of bombs?"
"No," said the Professor, "for fear he might tell me."
"Let us have some drinks," said Dr. Bull, after a silence.
Throughout their whole journey by boat and train they were highly convivial, but
they instinctively kept together. Dr. Bull, who had always been the optimist of the
party, endeavoured to persuade the other four that the whole company could
take the same hansom cab from Victoria; but this was over-ruled, and they went