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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.
Downing stared, amazed. "Are you aware whom you are talking to, Smith?" he inquired acidly. "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.
That this was not altogether a genuine thirst was proved in 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 demeanor, let us slip away, and brood apart for awhile. Roman camps, to be absolutely accurate, give me the pip.
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."
We will go to Comrade Outwood and stake out another claim." Mr. Outwood received them even more beamingly than before. "Yes, Smith?" he said. "We must apologise for disturbing you, sir " "Not at all, Smith, not at all! I like the boys in my house to come to me when they wish for my advice or help."
"We'll see what Outwood says about it." "Not an unsound scheme. By no means a scaly project. Comrade Jackson and myself were about to interview him upon another point. We may as well all go together." The trio made their way to the Presence, Spiller pink and determined, Mike sullen, Psmith particularly debonair.
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 caliber did not draw Mr. Outwood from his bed, he must be an unusual kind of housemaster.
It is that boot which I believe Smith to be concealing in this cupboard. Now, do you understand?" Mr. Outwood looked amazedly at Smith, and Psmith shook his head sorrowfully at Mr. Outwood. Psmith'a expression said, as plainly as if he had spoken the words, "We must humour him."
The sergeant received his visitor with dignity, ejecting the family, who were torpid after roast beef and resented having to move, in order to ensure privacy. Having requested his host to smoke, which the latter was about to do unasked, Mr. Downing stated his case. "Mr. Outwood," he said, "tells me that last night, sergeant, you saw a boy endeavouring to enter his house."
Instead of having to hunt for a needle in a haystack, he found himself in a moment in the position of being set to find it in a mere truss of straw. It was Mr. Outwood who helped him.
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