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Updated: April 30, 2025
"What joke?" "You wish to keep it up, do you? Very well, sir!" and Mr Bickers took down a cane. "You have thought fit to amuse yourself at my expense," said Mr Bickers. "I intend to repay myself at yours! Hold out your hand!" "You are not going to punish me for " "Hold out your hand, sir!" "Really, I acted for the best. If it was a mistake, I " "Do you hear me, sir? Hold out your hand at once!"
Bickers says there may have been more than one fellow on the job, but I don't fancy it. If Mark had had anybody, he'd have got me to help him, because it would be all in the family, and I'd be bound to keep it dark. Wouldn't he turn green if he knew I'd twigged him! Anyhow, I'll keep it as close as putty now, and help him worry through.
"I am I swear it I never even knew what they meant to do till an hour before. It was Clipstone's idea, and I owed him money for betting, and he had a pull on me, and made me do it. But I swear I never touched Bickers except to help pull him in." "Now, one question more. Was there anyone else in it, but just you three?" "Nobody, as sure as I stand here." "Very well, you can go now.
While the cheers for this initial victory were in full cry, the third of that morning's apparitions came upon the scene. This was no other than Mr Bickers, at sight of whom a chill fell upon the assembly. What did he want there? Hadn't he done them harm enough? Who asked him to come? Why wasn't he making his own fellows miserable instead of coming here and spoiling their fun?
"I think you said you had some question to ask, Mr Bickers?" "Oh, well, yes. Mine's quite a hypothetical point, though," began Mr Bickers, airily.
Felgate promised to send it over to him next day, if that would suit. Mr Bickers said it would suit admirably. There was to be a master's meeting in the evening, when no doubt the question would come up, and if Felgate preferred not to appear himself, he might send Mr Bickers the things there with a letter, which the master promised to read without disclosing the name of the writer.
He had just been cording it up that evening when he suddenly remembered his engagement at the Forum, and in the hurry of the discovery he had carelessly left it out, instead of, as he had intended, locking it up. "However," thought he to himself, "it's all safe as it happens. I won't send it over to Bickers till to-morrow afternoon, just before the master's session.
This sack, he tells me, bears the initials M.R., which correspond with the initials of the " "Midland Railway," dryly observed Grover amid some smiles, which roused Mr Bickers considerably. "No, sir the initials M.R. correspond with the name of the master of the house in which I was assaulted. They belong to Mark Railsford."
Here someone said, "Hear, hear," and everybody agreed that Mr Bickers had begun well.
He wondered what was the occasion of the present visit, and secretly resolved to keep both his temper and his head if he could. "Good-evening," said he, with a friendly smile. "I'm just going to have my coffee; won't you have a cup too, Bickers?" Mr Bickers took no notice of this hospitable invitation, but closed the door behind him and said, "I want a few words with you, Mr Railsford."
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