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Wynne's ambulances has yet arrived, and in the end I came on here without her and Mr. Bevan. I was wanted to give a member of the Legation at Tehran a lift; and, still more important, I had to bring a soldier of consequence here. So long as one can offer a motor-car one is everybody's friend. Yesterday I was in request to go up to a pass and fetch two doctors, who had broken down in the snow.
"No, no, Bevan," he said, when the man brought out a case-bottle of rum and invited him to drink, "we have other work on hand just now. We have traced that young thief Brixton to this hut, and we want to get hold of him." "A thief, is he?" returned Bevan, with a look of feigned surprise. "Well, now, that is strange news. Tom Brixton don't look much like a thief, do he?"
"Fat a goot t'ing is supper!" he remarked, with a benignant look all round; "the very smell of him be deliciowse!" "An' no mistake!" added Flinders. "Sure, the half the good o' victuals would be lost av they had no smell." "Where have you come from, stranger?" asked Bevan, as they were about to begin supper.
Bevan has a terrible pink boudoir-bedroom, which costs £3 per night, and I have a small room on the fourth floor, which costs 17s. 6d. without a bath. There is rather a nice court in the middle of the house, with flowers and a band and tables for dinner, but the sight of everyone "doing himself well" always makes me feel a little sick.
"Well done, Tolly Trevor!" shouted Paul Bevan, enthusiastically. Even Tom Brixton, who had been looking on in a state of inexpressible surprise, managed to utter a feeble cheer. But the resources of the robber were not yet exhausted.
The solid cleverness of Joe Bevan, and the quickness and cunning of the bantam-weight, were as much in evidence as before, but somehow the glamour and romance which had surrounded them were gone. He no longer watched eagerly to pick up the slightest hint from these experts. He felt no more interest than he would have felt in watching a game of lawn tennis. He had been keen.
She stood a moment with her back to the door, facing him. It was her turn to stand there and be listened to. "Mr. Waddington," she said, "some people might think you wicked. I only think you funny." He drew himself up and looked noble. "Funny? If that's your idea of me, you had better marry Ralph Bevan." "I almost think I had." And she laughed again. Not Mrs.
He'll never go back to Grangemouth, and Chief says, 'He'll get a job all right, all right. Well, I was busy enough with my own concerns, and, as usual, there was a-plenty to do on the Corydon; but one evening I was up at Cully's Hotel talking to Miss Bevan, when in walks a smart, tidy-looking man of, say, forty-five, and calls for a bottle of Bass.
Such was the realistic vigour of the performance that the locksmith, according to Mr. Bevan, 'departed in a storm of wrath and execrations, and could not be persuaded, for some time, to resume his work.
But George was different. "Poor Percy!" she said. "I don't suppose he'll ever get over it. He will have other hats, but it won't be the same." She came back to the subject nearest her heart. "Mr. Bevan, I wonder if you would do just a little more for me?" "If it isn't criminal. Or, for that matter, if it is."
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