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He had evidently heard more than enough of the man Samuel Wapshott. "He must have been mistaken," he said briefly. "The bat which Trevor is wearing on his watch-chain at this moment is the only one of its kind that I know of. You have never lost it, Trevor?" Trevor thought for a moment. He had never lost it. He replied diplomatically, "It has been in a drawer nearly all the term, sir," he said.

George Bellingham, Chief Magistrate, delivered the text of a proclamation, royal or provincial, or declared the poll when the people of Port Nassau chose their Selectmen. This morning Mr. Bellingham held session within, in the long, airy Court-room, and dispensed justice with the help of three fellow-magistrates Mr. Trask, Mr. Somershall, and our friend Mr. Wapshott.

In another ten strides he reined up Bayard, turned, and came back at a walk. He confronted a lean, narrow-chested young man, black-suited, pale of face, with watery eyes, straw-coloured eyelashes and an underbred smile that twitched between timidity and assurance. "Ah?" queried the Collector, eyeing him and disliking him at sight. "Are you " doubtfully "by any chance Mr. Wapshott, the Surveyor?"

"No such luck," answered the watery-eyed young man with an offhand attempt at familiarity. "I'm his Assistant name of Banner Wapshott's unwell." "I beg your pardon?" "Mr. Mr. Wapshott sends word that he's unwell." Under the Collector's eye the youth suddenly shifted his manner and became respectful. "I beg your pardon?" the Collector repeated slowly. "He 'sends word, do you say?

"It would, under the circumstances, be nothing more, I think, than what is distinctly advisable. The man Samuel Wapshott, of whose narrative I have recently afforded you a brief synopsis, stated in no uncertain terms that he found at the foot of the statue on which the dastardly outrage was perpetrated a diminutive ornament, in shape like the bats that are used in the game of cricket.

Well, sir, for two days she'd been carryin' canvas that fairly smothered us, an' Cap'n Crang not a man to care how we fared forra'd, so long as the water didn' reach aft to his own quarters. But at last the First Lootenant, Mr. Wapshott, took pity on us, and the Cap'n bein' below, takin' his nap after dinner sends the crew o' the maintop aloft to take a reef in the tops'le. Poor Eli was one.

Trask led his wife a dog's life was notorious. I may except that of Mr. Wapshott, whom I am glad to see convalescent this morning." Here he inclined to Mr. Wapshott, whose gills under the surprised gaze of his colleagues took a perceptibly redder tinge. "Mr. Wapshott, gentlemen," explained the Collector, smiling, "had a slight attack of vertigo yesterday, on the steps of his Place of Worship.

Banner nodded. "That's Wapshott." "I saw him entering his place of worship; and I note that he thinks what you call the Lord's Day well worth keeping at the cost of a falsehood. May I ask, Mr. " The Collector hesitated. "Banner." "Ah, yes pardon me! May I ask, Mr. Banner, how it comes that you have a nicer sense than your superior of what is due to His Majesty's Service?" Mr.

Nobody present showed the slightest desire to learn what the man Samuel Wapshott had had to say for himself, but Sir Eustace, undismayed, continued as if the whole table were hanging on his words. "The man Samuel Wapshott," he said, "distinctly asserted that a small gold ornament, shaped like a bat, was handed by him to a lad of age coeval with these lads here." The headmaster interposed.

"To tell you the truth, Captain Vyell, you put me in a quandary. I do not like to refuse you " Here he glanced right and left. "But it can't be done," snapped Mr. Trask. Mr. Wapshott, sitting just beyond, shook his head gently and as he hoped unperceived by the Collector. "You see, sir," explained Mr. Bellingham with a sigh, "we sit here to administer justice without fear or favour.