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I'll remember him, one day!" A word in this is not the one Daverill used, and his adjective is twice omitted. Aunt M'riar's puzzled face produced a more temperate explanation, to the effect that Micky had carried the letter to a "tec," or detective, who had "got at him," and that the letter had been tampered with at the police-station.
Or would you rather have your loving son come and ask for it? How would you like it, if you were an honest man without a mag in his pocket, and screwpulls of conscience? You send on a flimsy to M'riar. She'll see I get it. I'll come for more when I want it you be easy. So no more at present from your dutiful son: RALPH THORNTON DAVERILL, alias RIX."
"I thought you said the name was Daverill," said Miss Hawkins, taking the opportunity to release a curl-paper at a looking-glass behind bottles. It was just upon time to open, and the barmaid had got her Sunday out. "Why the Hell shouldn't the name be Daverill? In course I did! Ask your pardon for swearing, missis...." This was to the visitor, who had begun to want to go.
She had done it in a fit of furious exasperation with Daverill, immediately the result of an interview with him on his reappearance at The Pigeons some weeks ago.
At the time of the inquest, no identification was made with any name whose owner was being sought by the Police, so no one caught the clue it furnished. There may have been slowness or laxity of investigation, but a sufficient excuse may lie in the fact that Ibbetson certainly spoke the name wrong, or that his hearer caught it wrong. The name was not Davenant, but Daverill.
"Ah, I see! I've been at Sevenoaks." "Well there she had been and gone away to town again. Then says I, 'What's her address? So they told me they didn't know, it was so long agone. But the old woman her name was Killick, or Forbes was it? no, Killick remembered directing on a letter to Mrs. Daverill, Sapps Court. And Juliar here she said she'd heard tell of Sapps Court.
Why does she write her name on a letter from this man?" "I do not know. There is all we know, in the letter, as you have it." "Whom do you suppose Ralph Thornton Daverill to be, Granny?" "I know, unhappily. He is her son." "The son.... Oh yes I knew of him. She has told me of him. Besides, I knew her name was Daverill, from the letters."
The boy came running down the Court, and entering the front-yard, whose claim to be a garden was now nil, tapped at the window excitedly. Daverill went to the door and opened it. "Mister Moses coming along. Stopping to speak to Tappingses. You'd best step it sharp, Mister Wix!" "Polly Daverill, look alive!" The convict shouted at the foot of the stairs, and Aunt M'riar came running down.
Missed his train again at Harrow just got out for a minute, you know, when it stopped and walked the rest of the way!" Ralph Daverill must have had a curious insight into human nature, to know by the amount of his inspection of that police-officer the one who had ridden after him from Grantley Thorpe whether he would pursue him to Manchester or try to capture him at Euston.
Now, don't you be excited. He says to me again: 'What are you good for, Polly Daverill? And then I see he was handling a big knife with a buckhorn handle." M'riar was tremulous and tearful. "Oh, Mo!" she said. "Do consider! He wasn't that earnest, to be took at a chance word. He ain't so bad as you think of him. He was only showin' off like, to get the most he could."
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