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"Pardon the rudeness of my dog, madam," I said, looking up; "I never saw him act in this way before. It is quite unaccountable " "Not quite so unaccountable as you think," interrupted Slidder, who stood looking calmly on, with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. "It's your own dog, miss."

I confess that I was much surprised, but not a little gratified, by the very decided manner in which Slidder avowed his determination to stand fast by the poor old woman in whom I had been led to take so strong an interest. Hitherto I had felt some uncertainty as to how far I could depend on the boy's affection for Mrs Willis, and his steadiness of purpose; now I felt quite sure of him.

I'd go an help myself, spite of all the bobbies that valks in blue." "Oh, Slidder," said I, really grieved, for I saw by his earnest face that he meant it, "would you go and steal after all I have said to you about that sin?" "Vell, sir, I wouldn't prig for myself indeed I wouldn't but I'd do it to make the old 'ooman better." "That would not change stealing into a virtue.

Going to the corner cupboard, in which Mrs Willis kept her little store of food and physic, I stood there pondering what I should do. "Please, sir," said Slidder, sidling up to me, "if you wants mutton-chops, or steaks, or port wine, or anythink o' that sort, just say the word and I'll get 'em." "You, boy how?" "Vy, ain't the shops full of 'em?

On the contrary, I found, what Slidder had neglected to ascertain, that the name of the girl in question was not Edie Willis, but Eva Bright, a circumstance which troubled me much, and inclined me to believe that we had got on a false scent; but when I reflected on the other circumstances of the case I still felt hopeful.

"You are Robin," returned the old lady following up the remark with a feeble sneeze. "I can't stand Slidder. It is such an ugly name. Besides, you ought to have a Christian name, child. Don't you like Robin?" The boy chuckled a little as he stirred the gruel.

"Come now, old 'ooman," said Slidder seriously, "if you go on jokin' like that you'll make me larf and spill your gruel p'raps let it fall bash on the floor. There!

At first little Slidder felt inclined to laugh, but the doctor's face was so unusually stern that he thought better of it, and went away much impressed.

In these circumstances I also resolved to take a holiday, and join Robin Slidder in his trip to York. But the trip to York produced no fruit! Some of the tradespeople did, indeed, remember old Mrs Willis and her granddaughter, but had neither seen nor heard of them since they left.

You'll have to stay all night. No return train till to-morrow, being an out-of-the-way place. There, off with you. Put the telegram in your pocket for the address." So saying, the doctor put on his hat and left the house. Summoning Robin Slidder, I bade him pack a few things into my travelling-bag while I wrote a note. When he had finished he told me of his interview with the Slogger.