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But the name will be on the Commissary's list. It is, as I remember, a sort of Flemish. He hobbled off and returned in five minutes. 'Bommaerts, he said, 'Jacques Bommaerts. A young man with no wife but with money Dieu de Dieu, what oceans of it! That clerk got twenty-five francs, and he was cheap at the price. I went back to my division with a sense of awe on me.
Now Dolly, who had first flirted with and then flouted every one of the bachelor officials in Sydney, military or civilian, who visited the Commissary's abode, was, to do her justice, a girl of sense at heart, and she felt that Captain Foster meant to ask her an all-important question to every woman and that her answer would be "Yes."
"Well, monsieur, I had this very day a heavy payment to make." "Ah, really!" There was no mistaking the commissary's tone; a suspicion, the first, had evidently entered his mind. The banker understood it; he started, and said, quickly: "I met the demand, but at the cost of a disagreeable sacrifice.
Commissary, he began, 'I am an artist. And on went the commissary's hat again. No courtesy for the companions of Apollo! 'They are as degraded as that, said M. de Vauversin with a sweep of his cigarette. But what pleased me most was one outbreak of his, when we had been talking all the evening of the rubs, indignities, and pinchings of his wandering life.
On one occasion, while the combined British and Indian forces were quartered at Malden, there was a scarcity of provisions, the commissary's department being supplied with salt beef only, which was issued to the British soldiers, while horse flesh was given to the Indians.
This he had used somewhat sooner than he had at first intended, for on presenting himself at the Commissary's office he had caught sight of Dolly's charming face as she stood talking to a young man in the uniform of a sergeant of the New South Wales Regiment who had brought a letter to her father. . "Thank you, Sergeant," the young lady said with a gracious smile.
"Poor fellow!" murmured Marius, "I know where your father is. What are we going to learn now?" He had scarcely had time to communicate the information he had received from Mme. Cadelle, when the first of the commissary's emissaries made his appearance. "The commission is done," he said, in that confident tone of a man who thinks he has successfully accomplished a difficult task.
"Who did you say he was, Sergeant?" he asked gloomily; "a Dutchman?" "Yes, sir; he's the master of that Dutch Batavian ship that has brought stores from Batavia. Mr. Scarsbrook seems to make a lot of him of late, and he's always coming up to the Commissary's place.
You can satisfy yourself that they didn't. You see none of them have the door with them, and you can search the wagon. Get right in there and look for it." The Conductor climbed into the wagon and looked carefully through. "No, it's not there," he said ruefully. Then the Commissary's wrath flamed out.
It was the commissary's custom on arriving at the scene of a crime to record his first impressions immediately, taking careful note of every fact and detail in the picture that seemed to have the slightest bearing on the case.
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