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Outwood to lead him out to a place where there were towels, soap, and sponges. When they had gone, Psmith went to the window, and hauled in the string. He felt the calm after-glow which comes to the general after a successfully conducted battle. It had been trying, of course, for a man of refinement, and it had cut into his afternoon, but on the whole it had been worth it.
Just as you had to join the Archaeological Society to secure the esteem of Mr. Outwood, so to become a member of the Fire Brigade was a safe passport to the regard of Mr. Downing. To show a keenness for cricket was good, but to join the Fire Brigade was best of all. The Brigade was carefully organised. At its head was Mr.
It was Mr. Outwood who helped him. Sergeant Collard had waylaid the archaeological expert on his way to chapel, and informed him that at close on twelve the night before he had observed a youth, unidentified, attempting to get into his house via the water-pipe. Mr. Outwood, whose thoughts were occupied with apses and plinths, not to mention cromlechs, at the time, thanked the sergeant with absent-minded politeness and passed on. Later he remembered the fact
Outwood wishes you to ask him to be good enough to come to this study, then I shall be only too glad to go and find him. You see my difficulty, sir?" "Go and fetch Mr. Outwood, Smith. I shall not tell you again." Psmith flicked a speck of dust from his coat-sleeve. "Very well, Smith."
Farther than that beyond admitting the fact of your being at the Outwood station with a gentleman, on the evening of the twenty-sixth he has said nothing not one word against you. If he has knowledge of anything which should make you sob so, he keeps it to himself. Margaret's face was still hidden in her hands, the fingers of which were wet with tears. Mrs. Thornton was a little mollified.
"So with your permission, as Smith declares that he has lost the key, I propose to break open the door of this cupboard. Have you any objection?" Mr. Outwood started. "Objection? None at all, my dear fellow, none at all. Let me see, what is it you wish to do?" "This," said Mr. Downing shortly. There was a pair of dumbbells on the floor, belonging to Mike.
Sergeant Collard had waylaid the archaeological expert on his way to chapel, and informed him that at close on twelve the night before he had observed a youth, unidentified, attempting to get into his house via the water pipe. Mr. Outwood, whose thoughts were occupied with apses and plinths, not to mention cromlechs, at the time, thanked the sergeant with absent minded politeness and passed on.
Downing stared, amazed. "Are you aware whom you are talking to, Smith?" he inquired icily. "Yes, sir. And I know it's not Mr. Outwood, to whom that cupboard happens to belong. If you wish to break it open, you must get his permission. He is the sole lessee and proprietor of that cupboard. I am only the acting manager." Mr. Downing paused. He also reflected. Mr.
I was about to say that in any other place but Mr. Outwood's house, your word would be law. I would fly to do your bidding. If you pressed a button, I would do the rest. But in Mr. Outwood's house I cannot do anything except what pleases me or what is ordered by Mr. Outwood. I ought to have remembered that before.
Perhaps you would care to become a member?" "Please, sir " said Spiller. "One moment, Spiller. Do you want to join, Smith?" "Intensely, sir. Archaeology fascinates me. A grand pursuit, sir." "Undoubtedly, Smith. I am very pleased, very pleased indeed. I will put down your name at once." "And Jackson's, sir." "Jackson, too!" Mr. Outwood beamed. "I am delighted. Most delighted. This is capital.
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