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A moment later Spargo heard a sharp double knock on a door: a moment after that he heard a door heavily shut; he knew then that Miss Baylis had sought and gained admittance somewhere. To find out precisely where that somewhere was drew Spargo down to the landing which Miss Baylis had just left. There was no one about he had not, in fact, seen a soul since he entered the building.
"I wouldn't have cared if she had sent me. I'd rather come to an issue with the Empress anytime than with Miss Baylis. But the whole thing was funny as the mischief," answered Beverly from her big wicker chair. "Let's make some fudge. I've got the needfuls, and it will sweeten our tempers. Such things make me cross for hours. We don't indulge in petty squabbles at home.
"I hope," and Miss Baylis' suspicious eyes were upon her charges. Then she vanished. Naturally someone else tittered. Barely five minutes passed and when she returned her first words were: "I hope " then she paused for a smile appeared upon every face bringing the abstracted lady back to earth.
Ned and Ed offered any help they could give but said nothing that helped. Erma was puzzled, but ignorant; Senor Alcala knew nothing, and no one else was any better off, as far as Charley could discover. After a week, Charley decided there was only one person for him to see. Ed Baylis had recommended him, and so had the little Santa Claus.
"You exaggerate your own importance. I don't approve of modern journalism nor of its methods. In your own case you have got hold of some absurd notion that the man John Marbury was in reality one John Maitland, once of Market Milcaster, and you have been trying to frighten Miss Baylis here into " Spargo suddenly rose from his chair.
I rushed to Mr. Thorn's room, he was sleeping heavily, but I roused him, saying the house was on fire; then I went down to the boys, Philips and Keen, who were in the schoolroom, called them up and told them to save the children, and rushed upstairs, nearly choked, calling 'Fire! "Mrs. Wade, Miss Baylis, Miss Moore, all came out.
Gutch, whose pocket-flask was empty, and who began to wipe tears away, "she's treated me hard has Jane Baylis, never allowing me a little comfort such as a lady of my age should have, and when I hears the two of you a-talking this morning the other side of that privet hedge, thinks I, 'Now's the time to have my knife into you, my fine madam! And I hope I done it."
I suppose I can find the register of his birth at Market Milcaster, and you, of course, will tell me where he died. By the by, when did he die, Miss Baylis?" But Miss Baylis was going on again to the house. "I shall tell you nothing more," she said angrily. "I've told you too much already, and I believe all you're here for is to get some news for your paper.
"I wish an answer," reiterated Miss Baylis, turning to Beverly who sat near Petty. "Is this your idea of a joke?" "Not exactly, Miss Baylis." "Are you guilty of this act?" "No, Miss Baylis." "Do you know who is?" "I could not tell if I did, Miss Baylis." "I shall force you to tell," was the unguarded retort.
And Charley started to wonder about that, and after a few days had gone by he found himself talking about it, to Ed Baylis, over in the cooktent while they were having lunch. Baylis was a little man of sixty or so, with a wrinkled face like a walnut and a powerful set of lungs; he was Wrout's outside talker for the girlie show. "Because I'm old," he said, grinning.
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