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Daley's eyes inspected the pile of books at his elbow, and the corner of a blue-book met his gaze. "This is doubtless it." He drew it forth. "It doesn't look such a herculean task, Edwards. Here are seven pages, rather more than required, I'd say, and " Mr. Daley ceased abruptly, and, after a moment, Steve, who had been gloomily regarding the floor, looked across.
Miller laughed. "Go on and say it, Edwards! Is he what?" "I was going to ask if he was liked." "Oh, yes, Daley's all right. Rather shy, but he's young yet. This is only his second year. You'll like him better when you've known him awhile. What form are you fellows in?" "Fourth. At least, we hope we are." "Oh, you'll make it. They'll put you in, anyway, and then drop you back if you don't keep up.
"Well, there's one thing about my shoes," returned Steve good-naturedly, "and that is the heels are blacked. Which is more than you can say of yours, my smart young friend." Tom was about to deny the imputation when footsteps sounded in the corridor and there came a knock on the door. "Come in," said Tom very politely. That step could only be Mr. Daley's, he thought.
Faith, but it's good news, and I'm the first to get it from you." They shook hands and were cheerful together; the foreign letter was crammed into Father Daley's pocket, and he reached for his big cane. "Tell everybody as you go up the street, sir," said Dan. "I've got a hurricane of things to see to; I must go the other way down to the storehouses.
A moment later, pulling his chair beneath an electric light, he began to read the account of the murder. Pete Daley's story of the finding of the dead body of the owner of the jewelry store was a graphic bit of work. He described how Darcy, coming down in the gray dawn, had discovered the woman lying stark and cold, her head crushed and a stab wound in her side.
I met Durkin awhile ago and he got to talking about that shoe-blacking stand. Remember the note he left here that night?" Tom nodded. "Well, it came out that while he was putting it under our door Eric Sawyer walked out and fell over him." "Out of here?" "Right-o! Sawyer said he'd been waiting to see me. Now you remember I'd seen him coming out of Daley's room earlier, eh?
You stole Upton's French comp. out of Daley's room and he found it on your table." "That's a lie! I don't know how that book got there. Mr. Daley will tell you " "Cut it, Edwards! I saw you carry the book out of the room myself! Now what do you say?" "I say you lie! I say " "Stop that, Edwards!" Miller turned to Eric. "You've got no right to say things like that, Eric, and you know it.
There was no reply and he seemed surprised. "I er I am to understand, then, that you have all turned your books in?" Still no dissenting voice. Mr. Daley's gaze travelled over the class until it encountered Steve at the rear of the room. He opened his mouth, hesitated, closed it again, cleared his throat and finally pushed the pile of books aside. "Very well," he said.
Redman knew Daley's propensity too well, and having ocular proof that he had wet t'other eye until it required more than ordinary effort to make either one stay open, he declined recognising his very significant hint. As soon as Daley withdrew, Manuel invited his companions to partake of the Captain's present, which they did with general satisfaction.
Daley's door, the latter opened and Eric Sawyer came out. Steve was in no mood to-night to pick a quarrel and he passed the older fellow with averted eyes, dimly aware of the scowl that greeted him. When he knocked at the instructor's door there was no reply and, after a moment, Steve turned the knob and entered. At the outer door Eric had paused and looked back. Mr.
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