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Then Sergeant Lumbe hastily emerged buttoning his tunic. There was an eager look on his face. "The wife has been saying that we ought to take her brother along," he said. "He belongs to Scotland Yard. He's spending his holidays with us." "Where is he?" asked Tufnell, impressed by the magic of the name of Scotland Yard.
He spoke condescendingly, like a man who recognized the social gulf between them, but believed in being polite to the lower orders. "Yes, he is in, Mr. Tufnell. Will you come inside?" The butler rubbed his boots carefully on the doormat, and followed the woman down a narrow passage to a small sitting-room at the end of it, where a man was sitting, reading a newspaper and smoking a pipe.
"Let us remain and brave the consequences; we are deeply grateful to Mrs Tufnell." Both spoke so lightly that Alice, though she bitterly mourned their decision, was won over to agree that the course to be pursued was the right one.
There's no saying when you may want it." Tufnell took a light sword-stick which lay on the table and handed it to Miles, who accepted it laughingly, and without the slightest belief that he should ever have occasion to use it.
"It's a horrible crime, and we must lose no time while there is still a chance of catching the murderer," said the young man, regaining his breath more easily than his stout sister. He brushed the billiard chalk off his clothes as he spoke. "Let us go at once." Tufnell cast a curious glance at the new-comer.
The old iron and wood Oratory at Brompton was bought, and sent out at Government expense a fact which speaks volumes for the Government opinion of the value of Miss Robinson's work among soldiers. In putting up the old Oratory, Tufnell had transformed it to an extent that might almost have made Aladdin's Slave of the Lamp jealous.
The only person in the family who would not consent to believe that Roger and Stephen were lost was Alice Tufnell. "If it had been known that the Dolphin had gone down, and there was one survivor who could report that all the rest had perished, we might then believe that the ship had foundered," she said, talking to Madam Pauline.
Mr Tufnell, who was landlord of the Officers' House, as well as manager of the Institute, soon presented himself, and to him the poor lady confided her sorrows.
"I cannot say for certain, as I was out of the room during the latter portion of the dinner, but I can easily ascertain." She touched a bell, which was answered by a maidservant. "Tell Mr. Tufnell I wish to speak to him," she said. The girl went away, and Tufnell appeared a moment afterwards. "Were the blinds all drawn in the dining-room during dinner last night, Tufnell?" "Yes, ma'am.
Miss Heredith rose from her seat as she uttered the word. "My dear Alethea!" Musard's tone was expostulatory "I will take the detective upstairs. There is no need for you to come." "I prefer to do so." Miss Heredith's tone admitted of no further argument. She was about to lead the way from the room when she paused and glanced at Tufnell. "When will Dr. Holmes be here?" she asked.
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