"'
'The Blue Dragon!' repeated Tom, staring alternately at his friend and
his sister.
'Aye, think of that! He spoke as familiarly of the Blue Dragon, I give
you my word, as if he had been Mark Tapley. I opened my eyes, I can
tell you, when he did so; but I could not fancy I had ever seen the man
before, although he said with a smile, "You know the Blue Dragon, Mr
Westlock; you kept it up there, once or twice, yourself." Kept it up
there! So I did. You remember, Tom?'
Tom nodded with great significance, and, falling into a state of deeper
perplexity than before, observed that this was the most unaccountable
and extraordinary circumstance he had ever heard of in his life.
'Unaccountable?' his friend repeated. 'I became afraid of the man.
Though it was broad day, and bright sunshine, I was positively afraid
of him. I declare I half suspected him to be a supernatural visitor,
and not a mortal, until he took out a common-place description of
pocket-book, and handed me this card.'
'Mr Fips,' said Tom, reading it aloud. 'Austin Friars. Austin Friars
sounds ghostly, John.'
'Fips don't, I think,' was John's reply.
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