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"No cause for alarm," he said, "but I've got to go out for a minute. Keep an eye on this rascal, will you? Oh, and, Doctor Mary, if he tries to move or untie himself, just take the parlor poker and hit him over the head! Thanks. You don't mind, de you? And you, Sergeant, remember what I said!" With these words Beaumaroy slipped out of the door, and softly closed it behind him.
He hasn't wanted you to do anything particular to-night, or asked for me?" "No, sir. He's happy with with what you call his playthings." "What are they but playthings?" asked Beaumaroy, tilting his glass to his lips with a smile perhaps a little wry. "Only I wish as you wouldn't talk about judges and juries," the Sergeant complained.
Get my bag I left it in the passage," whispered Mary, as she started forward, up the dais, to the old man's side. "And brandy, if you've got it," she called after Beaumaroy, as he turned to the door to do her bidding. Beaumaroy was gone no more than a minute.
The night had grown clearer; it was possible to see figures at a distance of some yards now. Beaumaroy also perceived the car. Whose it was and the explanation of its appearance even occurred to his mind. But he kept still. He did not want visitors; he conceived his hand to be a better one than it really was, and preferred to play it by himself. If the car passed by, well and good.
At this event, of which she was acutely conscious and at which she was intensely irritated, she drew herself up, with an attempt to return to her strictly professional manner. "I don't find you the least impolite, Dr. Arkroyd," said Beaumaroy. It was impudent, yet gay, dexterous, and elusive enough to avoid reproof.
They would never miss it, as they did not know how much there was, and such a diversion of their legal property in no way troubled Beaumaroy's conscience. And the accomplice? He shrugged his shoulders. The Sergeant was, as he well knew from his military experience of that worthy man, an arrant coward. He would show no fight. If the accomplice did, Beaumaroy was quite in the mood to oblige him.
Saffron, with his pitiful delusion of greatness, of a greatness, too, which now had suffered an eclipse almost as tragical as that which had befallen his own reason. What an irony in his mad aping of it now! "I will come, Mr. Beaumaroy, on condition that you give me candidly and truthfully all the information which, as Mr. Saffron's medical attendant, I am entitled to ask."
It stood some three, or three-and-a-half, feet high; and it was full to the brim almost. With a fresh effort Beaumaroy raised the sack to the level of his breast. Then he lowered it into the water, not dropping it, for fear of a splash, but immersing both his arms above the elbow. Only when he felt the weight off them, as the sack touched bottom, did he release his hold.
"Well, I'd never thought of a change, but if you all suggest it " Somehow it did seem as if they all, and not merely youthful Gertie had suggested it. "But I should rather like to know Dr. Arkroyd first." "Come and meet her here; that's very simple. She often comes to tennis and tea. We'll let you know the first time she's coming." Beaumaroy most cordially accepted the idea and the invitation.
After his search and his discovery in the Tower, Beaumaroy came out into the passage where the prisoner lay, and proceeded to unfasten his bonds. "Stand up and listen to me, Sergeant," he said. "Your pals have run away; they can't help you, and they wouldn't if they could, because, owing to you, they haven't got away with any plunder, and so they'll be in a very bad temper with you.
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