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"Oh, come," said Uncle Paul, "we shall be able to keep you alive for a few days longer, Pickle; and I suppose you will soon be able to let us have breakfast, Mrs Champernowne?" "Oh yes, sir, very quickly. I shall only want time to fry the ham." Uncle Paul gave an involuntary sniff, as if the aroma of the fragrant brown had floated to his nostrils.
"I am very, very sorry, sir," said Mrs Champernowne. "Of course I am only a poor widow, and I let my apartments to gentlemen who come down fishing or to take walks for their health over the moor. But your stay down here has been something more than that. It has been a real pleasure to me ever since you and the young gentleman have been here.
"No, of course there isn't, sir. A miserable one-eyed place with only two cottages in it, and I dare say that old woman's in the other, sharing the plunder? What a fool I was to come!" "No, you weren't, uncle, and Mrs Champernowne isn't sharing the plunder, for she came and woke me up to say that the thieves had been and carried off everything there was down-stairs.
"To-morrow morning, Mrs Champernowne. We can't let the grass grow under our feet, can we, Rodd?"
Of course, my first thought was to fetch that bottle out of the water; but then a cold shiver went through me, and I told myself to mind my own business and leave Cranston Champernowne to mind his. Yet somehow I couldn't do that. There was a sporting side to it, and a man like me wasn't the sort to sit down tamely afore such a great adventure. So I said to myself: "I'll have that bottle!"
"And it's a very hot night, sir." "Yes, madam; we have found that out." "So if you'll be kind enough to shut and slip the bolt of the front door I'll leave it for you to do so when you go up to bed." "Certainly, Mrs Champernowne, certainly. Once more, good-night."
"I think you told me, sir, that the prisoners did not take any of your valuables, your money, or anything of that sort?" "No, Mrs Champernowne," cried Rodd eagerly. "They took uncle's money, but they left a lot of French napoleons instead." Uncle Paul made a snatch at a very big blue letter, and darted a furious look at his nephew.
The Protestant cause throughout Europe was one, and assailed as the Protestants were with such envenomed ferocity, they could not afford to be nicely scrupulous in the means they used to defend themselves. Sir Arthur Champernowne was not called on to sacrifice himself in such peculiar fashion, and a better expedient was found to secure Alva's money.
And then after a blank pause which seemed to have lasted only a few minutes, Rodd opened his eyes upon the bright silvery light once more, to find that it struck across from the window in the opposite direction, for he was wide awake, listening to a soft tap, tap, tap, evidently administered by a knuckle upon his door. "Yes, all right, Mrs Champernowne; get up directly. I say, what's o'clock?"
First Mister Champernowne catched sight of the canister and stood still, as if the sight had froze him; then the bird shouted, and I had to wait for him to shut up afore I had my say. "Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" went the owl. Then, the moment he stopped, I spoke, very loud and slow. "Don't you do it, or else you'll rue it!" I said.
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