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"Then I think," said Psmith placidly, "we may look forward to a very pleasant evening. Shall we be moving?" Mr. Outwood paid his visit at eleven, as predicted by Jellicoe, beaming vaguely into the darkness over a torch, and disappeared again, closing the door. "How about that door?" said Mike. "Shall we leave it open for them?" "Not so, but far otherwise.
Outwood's set him fizzing off on the trail once more. Mr. Outwood had caught sight of the little pile of soot in the grate. He bent down to inspect it. "Dear me," he said, "I must remember to have the chimneys swept. It should have been done before." Mr.
"You have touched the spot." "If I must explain again, my dear Outwood, will you kindly give me your attention for a moment. Last night a boy broke out of your house, and painted my dog Sampson red." "He painted...!" said Mr. Outwood, round-eyed. "Why?" "I don't know why. At any rate, he did. During the escapade one of his shoes was splashed with the paint.
Outwood pondered wistfully on this at times, not knowing that the Fire Brigade owed its support to the fact that it provided its lighthearted members with perfectly unparalleled opportunities for ragging, while his own band, though small, was, in the main, earnest. "Yes, Smith," he said, "Yes. We have a small Archaeological Society. I er in a measure look after it.
You should have spoken before." "But, sir " Psmith eyed the speaker pityingly. "This tendency to delay, Spiller," he said, "is your besetting fault. Correct it, Edwin. Fight against it." He turned to Mr. Outwood. "We should, of course, sir, always be glad to see Spiller in our study. He would always find a cheery welcome waiting there for him. There is no formality between ourselves and Spiller."
"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 dumb-bells on the floor, belonging to Mike.
That this was not altogether a genuine thirst was proved on the third expedition. Mr. Outwood and his band were pecking away at the site of an old Roman camp. Psmith approached Mike. "Having inspired confidence," he said, "by the docility of our demeanour, let us slip away, and brood apart for awhile. Roman camps, to be absolutely accurate, give me the pip.
Barnes, the head of Outwood's, he who preferred not to interfere with Stone and Robinson, was a mild, rather timid-looking youth not unlike what Mr. Outwood must have been as a boy but he knew how to keep balls out of his wicket. He was a good bat of the old plodding type.
Outwood, the latter looking dazed, as if he were not quite equal to the intellectual pressure of the situation. "Where have you been, Smith?" asked Mr. Downing sharply. "I have been washing my hands, sir." "H'm!" said Mr. Downing suspiciously. "Yes, I saw Smith go into the bathroom," said Mr. Outwood. "Smith, I cannot quite understand what it is Mr. Downing wishes me to do."
You work for the equal distribution of property, and start by collaring all you can and sitting on it. We must stick together. We are companions in misfortune. Lost lambs. Sheep that have gone astray. Divided, we fall, together we may worry through. Have you seen Professor Radium yet? I should say Mr. Outwood. What do you think of him?" "He doesn't seem a bad sort of chap. Bit off his nut.
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