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Updated: June 15, 2025
Few things really astonish a boy. Cadbury was regarded as capable of anything, and when the sash was cautiously raised, and the string pulled up, the fact that a real roast chicken, half-wrapped in newspaper, dangled at the end, caused more amusement than amazement. "Well, I'm blowed! Where did this grow?" "I shall drop a line to-morrow two lines and see what comes up."
Cadbury Taylor's a little quicker, you would have come upon me, for I was the assistant who tried to persuade him that you really met the Princess von Steinheimer." Lord Donal, for the first time, laughed heartily. "Well, if that doesn't beat all! And I suppose Cadbury Taylor hasn't the slightest suspicion that you are the person he was looking for?" "No, not the slightest."
According to my father, and I expect quite rightly, Arthur was the last of the British kings to stand up against the Saxons, and really did inhabit that most magnificent of ditch-defended hills, Cadbury Castle. Cadbury, as the village at its foot, Queen's Camel, shows, is quite possibly a broken-down form of Camelot. But there is better proof than that.
"But, my dear Cadbury, the lady is in Meran, and Vienna is some hundreds of miles away. How could a lady in the Tyrol pawn diamonds in Vienna without her absence being commented on? or do you think she had an agent to do it for her?" Again the detective smiled indulgently. "No, she had no agent. The diamonds never left Vienna.
Let's make a complete mystery of it for a day or two, and have a lark over it." That seemed good fun. Grey gradually allowed himself to be persuaded to perform his part of the task. Cadbury, in his turn, made what small preparations seemed necessary. He upset a salt-cellar at dinner, and managed to collect at least half the contents in his handkerchief.
The chancel arch is round-headed, probably early Norm., without mouldings. A neighbouring farm contains some remains of an old 15th-cent. house, once the residence of the Berkeleys. Above Tickenham on the N. lies Cadbury Camp, covering about 7 acres. It is protected by double ramparts and ditches, the former consisting of piled limestone fragments, now almost entirely covered with turf.
As the woman, grateful and relieved, closed her door, Grey gazed admiringly at his school-fellow. "Cadbury, what a clever chap you are! I can't think how you worked it. But I say, what about fetching the thing? Who's going to risk that?" "You are." "Me! What do you mean?" "What I say. Aren't you expecting to visit your godmother next Wednesday?" "Yes; and what's more, I must!
Pleasure and surprise were equally mingled in the boys' expressions. But Jack caught a murmur from Cadbury, very soft and low, "It's six for us, and half a dozen for yourself, eh, Andy?" Mr. West, the master of Brincliffe, was a man of independent mind, and though the boys liked him well enough, there was a difference of opinion regarding his regulations.
Peace would have moved on without saying any more, but that, even as he turned to go, there came a little crash at the window-pane. The boys held their breath in suspense. Trevelyan bit his lip till the blood oozed, and Cadbury covered his face with his hands. Even Jack trembled. Only Vickers lay apparently unconcerned.
Cadbury's voice was full of tender anxiety. "I think not, thanks," responded Grey without moving. "Dear, dear, dear, sir!" exclaimed the woman again. "Is there anything I can do for you? I'm sure I'm very sorry; I am that!" "I'm sure you are," said Cadbury, softening towards her.
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