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And as I halted in front of him, fixing upon him a gaze which was coldly observant, he shivered and ceased to snore, and said": the wretched Brooker heard his own voice, rendered with marvellous fidelity, speaking in the muffled tone of the sleeper "'Annie, it's damned cold to-night; and you've got all the blanket." "Sir ... sir!"
He gave the name of Brooker. 'I know he did, said Ralph; 'what then? 'What then? Why, then he lurked about and dogged me in the street. He follows me, night after night, and urges me to bring him face to face with you; as he says he has been once, and not long ago either. He wants to see you face to face, he says, and you'll soon hear him out, he warrants.
And if I am to be exposed to mockery when Providence has snatched me from the verge of the grave ..." "Not a watery grave, Brooker," came from the Chief, with an irrepressible chuckle "a syrupy one. And have I your word of honour that this is a non-alcoholic beverage?" "Sir, to be candid with you, I won't deny but what it might contain a certain proportion of brandy.
Do you happen to have come across a goggle-eyed, potty little Alderman Brooker? a Town Guardsman who runs a general store in the Market Place that's his place of business with the boarding up, and the end butted in by a Creusot shell that didn't burst, luckily for Brooker. Well, this beast buttonholed me months ago, and began to spin a cuffer about Saxham."
Honk'k! Gr'rumph!" Brooker bounded in his Oxford shoes. The face upon which he glued his bulging eyes was grave to sternness. He stuttered, interrogated by the judicial glance: "It it sounds something like a snore." "It was a snore, Mr. Brooker, and it proceeded from one of the sentries upon guard." "Sir ... I ... I can expl " "Oblige me by not interrupting, Mr. Brooker.
Brooker's face assumed the hue of the scarlet flannel chest-protector exposed by the ruthless steel. "What the what the ?" he stuttered. "Yes, that's the question. What the devil was inside it, Brooker, when the shell-splinter hit you in the tummy and it saved your life? Stand him on his legs, men; he's as right as rain. Now, Brooker?"
He took his hands from Lynde's throat and his knees off his breast. "Get up," he said; and when Lynde stood trembling on his feet he said to Jombateeste: "Show this man the way to the Brooker Institute. I'll take your gun home for you," and it was easy for him to detach the piece from the bewildered Canuck's grasp. "Go! And if you stop, or even let him look back, I'll shoot him. Quick!"
Brooker fled, leaving the preserver of public morality to have his laugh out before he rejoined the Staff, glancing at the Waterbury on the short steel chain. Half-past ten. Would the Dop Doctor turn up to appointment, or had the battle with habit and the deadly craving born of indulgence ended in defeat?
"Said the Doctor had kicked over the traces pretty badly here. Pitched me a tale of his Brooker's having often acted as the Mayor's Deputy on the Police Court Bench, Brooker being an Alderman, and swore that he'd had Saxham up before him a dozen times at least in the last three years, along with the Drunks and Disorderlies." "It sounds like a hanged lie!"
The Major recommends for decoration Sergeant C. A. James, a highly efficient man who, while on dispatch-riding duty, captured single-handed five of the enemy and brought them into camp. Also Constable A. Brooker, a dispatch rider, who took a pack horse with telephone wire through heavy shell and machine-gun fire to advance Headquarters, thus enabling them to send back valuable information.
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