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It was not locked, he felt sure, for the key was on the outside of the door as usual. His repeated knocks produced no answer. Mr Abney was engaged: he was speaking. What! why did he try to cry out? and why was the cry choked in his throat? Had he, too, seen the mysterious children? But now everything was quiet, and the door yielded to Stephen's terrified and frantic pushing.
With the exception of Mr Abney and Glossop, a dismal man of nerves and mannerisms, the only person with whom I exchanged speech on my first evening was White, the butler. There are some men one likes at sight. White was one of them. Even for a butler he was a man of remarkably smooth manners, but he lacked that quality of austere aloofness which I have noticed in other butlers.
The truly powerful experiments of Professor Dewar are daily adding to our knowledge, while the refined researches of Capt. Abney and others are opening new fields of inquiry. But my object here is to make principles plain, rather than to follow out the details of their illustration.
To be on the safe side, I fixed my premium at an outside figure, and, getting to the point at once, I named it. It was entirely satisfactory. My mental arithmetic had done me credit. Mr Abney beamed upon me. Over tea and muffins we became very friendly. In half an hour I heard more of the theory of school-mastering than I had dreamed existed. We said good-bye at the club front door.
Mr Abney gulped. His face wore the reproachful expression of a cod-fish when jerked out of the water on the end of a line. He stared at me with pained repulsion. That scoundrelly old buccaneer Sam did the same. He looked like a shocked bishop. 'I ah trusted you implicitly, said Mr Abney. Sam wagged his head at me reproachfully. With a flicker of spirit I glared at him. He only wagged the more.
'I quite agree with you, sir, that somebody should be here to help me look after the boy, but not Mr Burns. I am sorry to have to say it, but I do not trust Mr Burns. Mr Abney's look of astonishment deepened. I, too, was surprised. It was so unlike Sam to fling away his chances on a blundering attack like this. 'What do you mean? demanded Mr Abney. 'Mr Burns is after the boy himself.
The edges are united by hammering on a horn anvil, or by machinery through simple adhesion, and the cut surfaces are smooth. At the last meeting of the Chemical Society Captain Abney gave a lecture on the above subject to a large audience.
I waited, for form's sake, till Glossop and Mr Abney had filled their cups, then went to my room, where I lay down in the dark to wrestle with a more than usually pronounced fit of depression which had descended upon me. Solitude and darkness struck me as the suitable setting for my thoughts. At this moment Smooth Sam Fisher had no place in my meditations. My mind was not occupied with him at all.
'What kind of a man is he? she asked. 'Oh, quite a good sort. Rather an ass. I haven't seen him for years. 'He's a friend of Nesta's. I've only met him once. He is going to be your reference. 'My what? 'You will need a reference. At least, I suppose you will. And, anyhow, if you say you know Lord Mountry it will make it simpler for you with Mr Abney, the brother being at the school.
'If you wanted a halfpenny to make up twopence to buy a lizard, what would you do, sir? He got it. Ogden Ford, the El Dorado of the kidnapping industry, entered Sanstead House at a quarter past nine that evening. He was preceded by a Worried Look, Mr Arnold Abney, a cabman bearing a large box, and the odd-job man carrying two suitcases.
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