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Updated: May 10, 2025
Now we'll be off to old London again eh, Lake? Good-bye, Borkins. Best of luck." "Good-bye, gentlemen." The two men got into the taxi Dollops had procured for them, while that worthy hopped on to the seat beside the driver and gave him the order to "Nip it for the eight o'clock train for Lunnon, as farst as you kin slide it, cabby!"
White paint had helped to dispel some of its gloominess, though there were whose who said that the whole place was ruined thereby. However, it was certainly an improvement to be able to have windows that opened, and to look into rooms that beckoned you with promises of cozy inglenooks, and plenty of brilliant sunshine. Borkins looked upon these improvements with a censorious eye.
Borkins gave a little exclamation of alarm and put one trembling hand over his face. Merriton suddenly registered the fact as being a symptom of the state of nerves which Merriton Towers was likely to reduce one. Then Borkins shambled across the room and laid a timid hand upon Merriton's arm. "For Gawd's sake sir don't!" he murmured in a shaken voice. "Those lights, sir if you knew the story!
Said 'Why? Maintained that we had all got to suffer in this life, and it was better to begin early. Excellent practice. Then his ears crept up and bent over. Got it again later in the day for drawing a caricature of old Borkins. Never did it, of course. Couldn't draw. Can't remember who did it. Oh, you did, did you? Like you. Have another?
Once they had done so, he ceased his endless, ear-piercing whistle and turned to his companion, his hand reaching out suddenly and catching the sleeve nearest him. "That was Borkins!" he said in a muttered undertone, as the two figures in front swung away into the shadows. "Did you see his face, lad?" "I did," responded Dollops, with asperity. "And a fine specimen of a face it were, too!
Pretty strict, marster is. But good work and good pay." "And yer carnt arsk fer more, that's wot I ses!" threw in Dollops in his shrill voice. Now Cleek, all this time, had been edging more and more in the direction of Borkins and his sinister companion who were standing a little apart, but nevertheless were interested spectators of all that went on.
"What did the letter from Headquarters say? I noticed you got one this morning, and recognized it by the way the stamp was set on the envelope though I must say your secretary is more than discreet. It looked for all the world like a love-letter, which no doubt your curious friend Borkins thought it was."
He had had his suspicions of Borkins, but the face that he had seen in the moonlight was not the butler's face. Whose, then, was it? Through the long watches of the night Cleek sat there thinking, his chin sunk in one hand, his eyes narrowed down to pin-points, the whole alert personality of the man vitally dominant. No, he would not tell any one of the happening except Dollops and Mr. Narkom.
He had promised 'Toinette that, though he often watched them from his bedroom window, at night, watched them and wondered, and thought a good deal about Borkins and how he had lied to him about his uncle's disappearance upon that first night. Between Borkins and himself there grew up a spirit of distrust which he regretted yet did nothing to counteract.
"Borkins actually told me stories of people who had disappeared in a mysterious manner and were never found again," he remarked casually. Brellier shrugged his shoulders. He spread out his hands. "Among the uneducated what would you?
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