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Any one of them not in his or her usual spirits? Unexpectedly out of temper, for instance? or unexpectedly taken ill?" I had just time to think of Rosanna Spearman's sudden illness at yesterday's dinner but not time to make any answer when I saw Sergeant Cuff's eyes suddenly turn aside towards the shrubbery; and I heard him say softly to himself, "Hullo!" "What's the matter?" I asked.
A certain doubt came up in my mind whether Sergeant Cuff's last random shot might not have hit the mark. I began to question whether my share in the proceedings was quite as harmless a one as I had thought it.
The first of Sergeant Cuff's prophecies of what was to happen namely, that I should hear from the Yollands came true on that day. I had seen Penelope and my lady's maid off in the railway with the luggage for London, and was pottering about the grounds, when I heard my name called. Turning round, I found myself face to face with the fisherman's daughter, Limping Lucy.
The Selache was carrying everything and lurching over the steep swell at some four knots an hour. Dampier stopped near the wheel, and glanced at Wyllard's oilskins. "You'll have to take them off. It's stuffed boots and those Indian seal-gut things or furs from now on," he said. "That leather cuff's chewing up your hand." "We'll cut that out," said Wyllard; "it's not to the point.
She had, in fact, only a few finger-rings left, together with some cheap trinkets; among them a pair of sleeve-buttons then in her cuff's, a pair which she had given Felix and which she found in her jewel-box the day after she left him, and which she had determined to return until she realized how small was their value. The rest of her sad story came by fits and starts.
Looking through, the moment after, I thought I saw the tails of Sergeant Cuff's respectable black coat disappearing round the corner of the passage. He knew, as well as I did, that he could expect no more help from me, now that I had discovered the turn which his investigations were really taking.
Langton arose lazily, and stepping to the door, turned the key; then returning to the hearth, in leisurely manner turned back his cuff's. "I have traced the slander to you, and hold the proofs. Perhaps you had best stand up and recant it before you take your hiding. But, whether or no, I am going to hide you," he promised, with his engaging smile. Stooping swiftly he caught up the malacca. Mr.
"If Rosanna Spearman asks leave to go out," said the Sergeant, "let the poor thing go; but let me know first." I might as well have held my tongue about Rosanna and Mr. Franklin! It was plain enough; the unfortunate girl had fallen under Sergeant Cuff's suspicions, in spite of all I could do to prevent it. "I hope you don't think Rosanna is concerned in the loss of the Diamond?" I ventured to say.
It's stuffed boots and those Indian seal-gut things or furs from now on," he said. "That leather cuff's chewing up your hand." "We'll cut that out," replied Wyllard; "it's not to the point. Can't you get on?" Dampier grinned. "We're on soundings, and they and Dunton's longitude 'most agree. With this wind we should pick the beach up in the next two days. Next question is, where were those men?"
The gate, ornamented at the upper part by smartly-painted trellis-work, was locked. After ringing at the bell, I peered through the trellis-work, and saw the great Cuff's favourite flower everywhere; blooming in his garden, clustering over his door, looking in at his windows.
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