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"Very well," returned the squire, leaving the room. He went to meet Doctor Longstreet, intending to warn him of the presence of Mr. Booley, and meaning to entreat his support for the purpose of keeping Goddard in the house until he should be recovered. He passed through the library and exchanged a few words with Mr. Ambrose, explaining that the doctor had come. Mr. and Mrs.
Booley standing before the fireplace, his hands in his pockets and his feet wide apart. He had not the least idea who he was. "Oh!" he exclaimed, staring hard at him. "Yes," said Mr. Booley, who took him for the physician whom he expected. "I am George Booley of the detective service. I was expecting you, sir. There is very little to be said. My time, as I told Mr. Juxon, is very valuable.
"But, my dear sir," argued Mr. Juxon, "the thing is quite impossible. The doctor can testify to that " "We are apt to be our own doctors in these cases," said Mr. Booley, calmly. "At all events he can be taken as far as the county gaol." "Upon my word, it would be murder to think of it a man in a brain fever, in a delirium, to be taken over jolting roads dear me! It is not to be thought of!" Mr.
Ambrose, the vicar's wife, who is also acquainted with the circumstances, is at this moment taking care of the sick man. I presume that my promise I am a retired officer of the Navy and the promise of Mr. Ambrose, the vicar, are sufficient guarantee " "Oh, there is no question of guarantee," said Mr. Booley. "I assure you, Mr. Juxon, I have no doubt whatever that you have acted for the best.
Then he bore her from the room, swiftly, while John Short who was as white and speechless as the rest opened the door. "You may go in now," said Juxon as he passed Booley and Mr. Ambrose in the passage, with his burden in his arms. A few steps farther on he met Holmes the butler, who carried a telegram on a salver. "For Mr.
His blue eyes stared hard at Mr. Booley, and there was something imposing in his square head even in the unruffled smoothness of his brown hair. Mr. Booley paused and discontentedly thrust his hands into his pockets. "Well?" he said. "Simply this," answered the squire. "You may accompany us to the door of the room; you may wait with me, while Doctor Longstreet goes in to look at the patient.
For if he lived, how much more terrible would the separation be, when Booley the detective came to conduct him back to his prison! In truth, it would be more terrible even than Mr. Juxon imagined. Meanwhile he must go and see to the rest of the household. He must speak to John Short; he must see Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose, and he must take precautions against any of them seeing Mr. Booley.
Booley had been held in check for a few moments by Mr. Juxon's determined manner, but as he followed the squire he began to regret that he had yielded so far and he made a fresh assertion of his rights. "I cannot see why you want to keep me outside," he said. "What difference can it make, I should like to know?"
"It is very easy for me to say that I am another medical man," remarked Mr. Booley. "Perhaps I might say it in any case, just to keep the servants quiet. I would like to see Mrs. Goddard, too." "That is another matter. She is very nervous. I am going to her house, now, and probably she will come back to the Hall with me.
"You will have to take my word for it that it does make a difference," said the doctor, testily. "If you frighten the man, he will die. Now then, here we are." "I don't like your tone, sir," said Booley angrily, again trying to push past the physician. "I think I must insist, after all. I will go in with you I tell you I will, sir don't stop me."
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