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The sudden halting of two vehicles close to the horse-block of the Temple Mansion -- one an aristocratic carryall driven by a man in livery, and the other a dilapidated city hack in charge of a negro in patched overcoat and whitey-brown hat, the discharge of their inmates, one of whom was Colonel Talbot Rutter of Moorlands carrying two pillows, and another a strange young man loaded down with blankets -- the slow disembarking of a gentleman in so wretched a state of health that he was practically carried up the front steps by his body-servant, and the subsequent arrival of Dr. Teackle on the double quick -- was a sight so unusual in and around peaceful Kennedy Square that it is not surprising that all sorts of reports -- most of them alarming -- reached the club long before St. George had been comfortably tucked away in bed.
Various versions were afloat: "St. George was back from Wesley with a touch of chills and fever -- " "St. George was back from Wesley with a load of buckshot in his right arm -- " "St. George had broken his collar-bone riding to hounds -- " etc.