United States or São Tomé and Príncipe ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
How do you come here?" Mrs. De Peyster, with a shivering glance at them all, and one of particular terror at her recent confederate, Mr. Pyecroft, made a last rally to save herself. "My explanation that is, all I know about this affair is really very simple. I you see I very unexpectedly returned home and and discovered this this situation. That is all." She gathered a little more courage.
I heard him volunteer the fact that he had a brother an artificer in the Navy. "They couple very well, those two," said Pyecroft critically, while Hinchcliffe sniffed round the asbestos-lagged boiler and turned on gay jets of steam. "Now take me up the road," he said. My man, for form's sake, looked at me. "Yes, take him," I said. "He's all right."
I'd take 'e in for another bottle and wan for my nevvy; but I reckon yeou'm shart-allowanced for rum. That's nivver no Navy rum yeou'm give me. Knowed 'ee by the smack tu un. Anchor now!" I was between Pyecroft and Moorshed on the bridge, and heard them spring to vibrating attention at my side.
The provisions arrived; Mr. Pyecroft proved himself agreeably competent and willing in the matter of their preparation; and such as had appetites gorged themselves. Also Mr. Pyecroft proved himself agreeably competent and willing to do his full share, and more, in the matter of cleaning up. Later in the forenoon, Mary again called on Mrs. De Peyster.
The monster blushed and nodded. He filled up one side of the van when he sat down. "And this is my friend, Mr. Pyecroft," I added to Hooper, already busy with the extra beer which my prophetic soul had bought from the Greeks. "Moi aussi" quoth Pyecroft, and drew out beneath his coat a labelled quart bottle. "Why, it's Bass," cried Hooper. "It was Pritchard," said Pyecroft. "They can't resist him."
As for Jack, Matilda told her on her later visits and her later bundles contained a larger and more palatable supply of food than had the first package Matilda said that Jack, too, was working hard. Furthermore, Matilda admitted, the pair were having the jolliest of honeymoons. And a further thing Matilda told on her third furtive, after-midnight visit. This concerned Mr. Pyecroft. Mr.
"Never you mind what they seen last night," the lieutenant commented dryly. "And never you mind about Matilda." "But you are forgetting that I am Matilda's brother," said Mr. Pyecroft. "Matilda, I am your brother, am I not?" "Y yes," testified Matilda, who by the corpulent pressure of four crowded officers was almost being bisected against the edge of the stationary wash-bowl.
He looked down at Mrs. De Peyster. "I believe I have stated the matter just as you outlined it to us?" "Ye yes," breathed Mrs. De Peyster. "There is no detail you would like to add?" "N none," breathed Mrs. De Peyster. "Then, gentlemen," said Mr. Pyecroft, turning to the reporters, "since you have all the facts, and since Mrs.
Pyecroft, alias Archibald Simpson, alias Thomas Preston, alias God knows what else, stepped quickly between her and the on-coming Mary, and with an air of brotherly concern held out an intercepting hand. "No excitement, please. The doctor's orders." "Is it anything serious?" Mary asked anxiously. "We hope not," in a grave voice.
The foremost, a dark-visaged man with heavy jaw, and a black derby which he did not remove, fixed on Mr. Pyecroft a triumphant, domineering gaze. "Well, Preston," he said, "so we've landed you at last." Mr. Pyecroft, his left forefinger still keeping the place in "Wormwood," stared at the speaker in bewilderment. "Pardon me, sir, but I completely fail to understand what you are talking about."
Word Of The Day