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Updated: June 4, 2025
Beaumaroy waited too, outside the door leading to the Tower. Sergeant Hooper took up his appointed position on the flagged path that led up to the cottage door.
She was a colorless, negative kind of a woman, fair, fat, flabby, and forty or thereabouts. But, at all events, she was entirely free from Miss Delia Wall's proclivity. Mr. Saffron rose. "I'll go and wash my hands. We'll dine just as we are, Hector." Beaumaroy opened the door for him; he acknowledged the attention with a little nod, and passed out to the staircase in the narrow passage.
"By gad, Sergeant," he observed pleasantly, "I don't think anybody could be such a rascal as you look. It's that faith that carries me through." The Sergeant helped him off with his coat. "It's some people's stock-in-trade," he remarked, "not to look a rascal like they really are, sir." The "sir" stuck out of pure habit; it carried no real implication of respect. "Meaning me!" laughed Beaumaroy.
It might be nothing, but, on the other hand, it might have a meaning. But the men had gone, had obviously parted for the night. Beaumaroy could be told to-morrow; now he himself could go back to his visions and so homeward, in happiness, to his bed.
I believe I'm the only creature alive who cares twopence for the poor old gentleman." "I know! I know! Mr. Beaumaroy, your position is very difficult. I see that. It really is. But, would you take the money for yourself? Aren't you well, rather in the position of a trustee?" "Who for? The hated cousins? What's the reason in that?" "They may be very good people really.
Beaumaroy handed him his candle again, and held the door open for him as he went out. Alec Naylor clapped his cap back on his head. "I'm off too," he said abruptly. "Well, you insisted on seeing him, and you've seen him. What about it now?" asked Beaumaroy. Alec eyed him with a puzzled baffled suspicion.
But express one he did, and with his habitual air of candor. "I believe it's destroyed every, scruple I ever had!" "Mr. Beaumaroy!" exclaimed his hostess, scandalized; while the two girls, Cynthia and Gertie, laughed. "I mean it. Can you see human life treated as dirt, absolutely as cheap as dirt, for three years, and come out thinking it worth anything?
On comparing notes she discovered that, like herself, he had come on Beaumaroy's urgent invitation and, moreover, that he was engaged also to come on afterwards to Tower Cottage, where Beaumaroy was to entertain the chief mourners at a mid-day repast. "Glad enough to show my respect to a neighbor," said old Naylor. "And I always liked the old man's looks.
Mike turned round and whispered hastily, close into Neddy's ear. Neddy crawled a little forward, and put his own bullet head far enough round the curve of the wall to see the meeting between the garrison and its unexpected reinforcement. Beaumaroy, hands in pockets, lounged nonchalantly down to the gate. He opened it; the Captain entered.
But, this time, within the four corners of the same frame was included the forbidding visage of Sergeant Hooper. Beaumaroy returned to the fire in the parlor; Hooper, leaving his bicycle in the passage, followed him into the room and put the medicine bottle on the table. Smiling at him, Beaumaroy pointed at the combination knife-and-fork.
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