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Hay, but you, Debby " "Bless you, Mr. Beecot, it ain't no trouble," said the servant, cheerfully, "and better me nor that 'aughty peacock, as ain't to be trusted, say what you will, seeing criminals is a-looking out of his eyes, hide one though he may with a piece of glarse, and I ses " "You must go now, please," interposed the nurse.
An admirable example of self-control was Grexon Hay. On the other hand, Beecot was slight, tall and dark, with an eager manner and a face which revealed his thoughts. His complexion was swart; he had large black eyes, a sensitive mouth, and a small moustache smartly twisted upward.
"In that case I must be a millionaire," laughed Beecot, glancing downward at his well-worn garb. "But mount these stairs; we have much to say to one another." "Much that is pleasant," said the courtly Grexon. Paul shrugged his square shoulders and stepped heavenward. "On your part, I hope," he sang back; "certainly not on mine.
"I speak against my own interests, but I like you, and perhaps I can lend you a few shillings." "I take money from no one, thank you all the same," said Beecot, throwing back his head, "but if you can lend me something on this brooch," and he pulled out the case from his pocket.
What confounded cheek this fellow addressing you in that way and talking of me as he did. I suppose," he added with a cold laugh, "it is not necessary for me to defend myself." "What rubbish," replied Beecot, good-naturedly. "All the same, it is strange the man should have spoken to me as he did. I told him to go to the devil."
He explained this to Hurd. "I think you're right, Mr. Beecot," said the detective, in his genial way, and looking as brown as a coffee bean. "I have made inquiries from the two servants, and from the neighbors, and from what customers I could find. Aaron Norman certainly lived a very quiet and respectable life here.
Luckily, Paul, for his own sake, had somewhat calmed down when Hurd arrived, so the detective was permitted to see him. He sat by the bedside and told the patient who he was. Beecot looked at him sharply, and then recognized him. "You are the workman," he said astonished. "Yes, Mr. Beecot, I am. I hear that you have not taken my warning regarding your friend, Mr. Grexon Hay." "Ah!
"I think my conscience can stand that," he said; "it's business, Mr. Beecot, business. By the way, I have received a request from Mr. Ford of Cheapside to produce the certificate of birth of Miss Krill. What is the meaning of that?" "I think you know very well, Mr. Pash." "I profess my ignorance," said Pash, ironically, although he looked uneasy, and was apparently lying.
"I prefer to do so to you," said the lawyer, hurriedly. "Why to me particularly." "Because I don't think I have acted very well towards Miss Norman, and, as you are to marry her, you may be able to arrange " "To make peace I suppose you mean," burst out Beecot; "no, Mr. Pash, you have acted like a scoundrel.
"If I'd seen it I' ha' nicked it," he said impudently; "catch me givin' it back t' y', Mr. Beecot. There's a cove I knows a fence that is as 'ud give me lots fur it. Lor'," said Tray, with deep disappointment, "to think as that dropped out of your pocket and I never grabbed it. Wot crewel luck ho!" and he spat. Paul looked hard at the boy, who met his gaze innocently enough.
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