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Temple Barholm was never referred to as a `chap' exactly, was he?" Mrs. Braddle gave vent to a sort of internal-sounding chuckle. She had not meant to be impertinent, and she knew her charge was aware that she had not, and that he was neither being lofty or severe with her. "Eh, I'd 'a'loiked to ha' heard somebody do it when he was nigh," she said.
Braddle was apparently going back to fetch his captain. Leander let down the shutter, and opened the window. He could not see, but he could feel a thick, rough bundle lying on the window-sill. He drew this in, slammed down the window, and ran up the shutter in a second, before the two could have had time to discover him.
"Well," said the Count, "you'd find it come to the same thing." "No," added Braddle. "If you blow the gaff on us, my bloomin', I'll saw that pudden head of yours right off your shoulders, and swing for it, cheerful!" Leander shuddered. Amongst what desperate ruffians had his unlucky stars led him! How would it all end, he wondered feebly how?
"Well, gentlemen," he said, with his teeth chattering, "if you don't want me any more, I'll go in; and I'm to expect you to-morrow evening, I believe?" "Expect us when you 'ear us," said Braddle; "and if you make fools of us again " And he described consequences which exceeded in unpleasantness the worst that Leander could have imagined.
"I wonder " her hesitance was touching in its obvious appeal to him not to take the wrong side, "I wonder if you know how deeply troubled I have been?" "You see, I have had a touch of my abominable gout, and my treasure of a Braddle has been nursing me and gossiping," he answered. "So, of course I know a great deal. None of it true, I dare say. I felt I must come and see you, however."
"I called him that a month ago," said the duke. "Hogarth would have depicted all sorts of evil ends for him. Three weeks since, when I was in bed being fed by Braddle with a spoon, I could have outrun him myself. Let George follow me on a horse if you like, but he must keep out of my sight. Half a mile behind will do."
This man did not appear to be excited. The duke mentally rocked with gleeful appreciation of certain things Mrs. Braddle detailed. She gave, of course, Burrill's version of the brief interview outside the dining-room door when Miss Alicia's status in the household bad been made clear to him.
"For the love of heaven, gents," pleaded Leander, without reflecting that he might have found a stronger inducement, "don't use violence! How did I do what?" "Count, I can't answer for myself," said the man addressed as Braddle. "I shall send a bullet into him if you don't let me work it off with fists; I know I shall!" "Keep quiet," said his superior, sternly.
"That seems fair enough," said the Count, "provided you keep to it." "But suppose it's a plant?" growled Braddle. "Suppose he's planning to lay a trap for us? Suppose we get in, to find Potter and his lot on the look-out for us, or break into a house that's full of bloomin' coppers?"
The man called Braddle, as he uttered this threat, looked so very anxious to execute it, that Leander gave himself up for lost. "As true as I stand here, gentlemen, I didn't steal that statue." "I doubt you're not the build for taking the lead in that sort of thing," said the Count; "but you were in it. You went down that Saturday as a blind. Deny it if you dare." Leander did not dare.
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