Almost like a melon."
"Do you take a card out for each marrow, or one for each plant?" asked
Dalton.
The quiet man opposite put his paper down. He was a new-comer in the
district. We liked him, although he had no sense of humour and did not
appreciate Dalton's jokes. He appeared to be interested only in the
startling and the odd.
"That reminds me," he said, "of a most extraordinary experience I had a
few days ago. Of course you all know Enderby?"
None of us knew Enderby, but we I did not like to say so. The quiet
man's anxiety was painful. We felt he could not go on with his story
unless someone knew Enderby.
"He has a little place round at the back of the Common--quite a nice
little place." Freath--that was the quiet man's name--looked at us
reproachfully.
"I think I know Enderby," said Dalton. "Isn't he a heavily-built man
about fifty, with a grey moustache?"
"Yes, yes," said Freath eagerly. "And a curious wart on his left cheek.
Well, I dined with him the other night. His boy was there, home for the
holidays. Very clever boy; his special study is the biology of plants.
They gave me a very good dinner; I didn't notice very much what I was
eating, but I did when the maid helped me to marrow.
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