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Thornton, turning sharp round and looking into the inspector's face with sudden interest. 'What about it? 'Why, sir, it seems to me that I have got a pretty distinct chain of evidence, inculpating a gentleman who was walking with Miss Hale that night at the Outwood station, as the man who struck or pushed Leonards off the platform and so caused his death.
"Animal spirits, sir." What Mr. Downing would have replied to this one cannot tell, though one can guess roughly. For, just as he was opening his mouth, Mr. Outwood, catching sight of his Chirgwin-like countenance, intervened. "My dear Downing," he said, "your face. It is positively covered with soot, positively. You must come and wash it. You are quite black.
It might be an admirable thing for the Empire that the jibboom spanker should be spliced at that particular juncture, but the crew would naturally decline to move in the matter until the order came from the commander of the ship. So in my case. If you will go to Mr. Outwood, and explain to him how matters stand, and come back and say to me, 'Psmith, Mr.
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 organized. At its head was Mr.
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.
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.
A kick freed his ankle and he staggered to his feet. At the same moment a sudden increase in the general volume of noise spoke eloquently of good work that was being put in by Psmith. Even at that crisis, Mike could not help feeling that if a row of this calibre did not draw Mr. Outwood from his bed, he must be an unusual kind of house-master.
"My dear Outwood," snapped the sleuth, "I thought I had made it perfectly clear. Where is the difficulty?" "I cannot understand why you should suspect Smith of keeping his boots in a cupboard, and," added Mr. Outwood with spirit, catching sight of a Good-Gracious-has-the-man-no-sense look on the other's face," why he should not do so if he wishes it." "Exactly, sir," said Psmith, approvingly.
Outwood paid his visit at eleven, as predicted by Jellicoe, beaming vaguely into the darkness over a candle, and disappeared again, closing the door. "How about that door?" said Mike. "Shall we leave it open for them?" "Not so, but far otherwise. If it's shut we shall hear them at it when they come. Subject to your approval, Comrade Jackson, I have evolved the following plan of action.
Outwood, and ask him to be good enough to come here for a moment." "Be quick, Smith," he said, as the latter stood looking at him without making any movement in the direction of the door. "Quick, sir?" said Psmith meditatively, as if he had been asked a conundrum. "Go and find Mr. Outwood at once." Psmith still made no move. "Do you intend to disobey me, Smith?" Mr. Downing's voice was steely.
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