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I never would have thought of it again if Mr. Deever hadn't spoken to me about his brother." "You can point out the spot where the doctor was digging?" "Sure." "We will make an examination at once." "I thought you'd find out that murder had been done," said Deever. "You'll find out, if you stick to me, that I pretty generally know what I'm talking about." "That's right," said Haskell.
In Barrack Room Ballads , the soldier is again celebrated in vigorous songs with swinging choruses. Mandalay, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, Danny Deever, show what spirited verse can be fashioned from a common ballad meter and a bold use of dialect.
The morning after Graydon Bansemer's important visit to the home of the Cables, Eddie Deever lounged into Rigby's presence. He seemed relieved to find that the stenographer was ill and would not be down that day. The lanky youngster studiously inspected the array of law books in the cases for some time, occasionally casting a sly glance at Bobby.
As to your brother, I know where he has gone, because no other course was practicable; and because I have had word that he is there." "I defy you to prove it," cried Deever. "I am willing to let the question of my guilt or innocence rest on that event. He is not there." There was a peculiar light of triumph in Deever's eyes as he spoke. It did not escape Nick's observation.
But Deever did not reply, except to mutter something about the interference of the devil in earthly affairs. Dr. Jarvis, with some effort, recovered some portion of his composure. "Well, sir," said the superintendent, addressing him, "I suppose that you have something to say to me." "I have, sir," replied Jarvis; "and no man could be charged with a more painful disclosure." "Speak up."
For a long time he stood there, his unseeing eyes focused on the hurrying masses, his ears alert for unusual sounds from the outer office. "If it were not for Graydon," he was muttering between set teeth. "God, how I hate to have him know!" Droom had told Eddie Deever to "get out," but Eddie was there to talk and be talked to, so he failed to take the hint.
The sweat stood out on Flint's forehead, but when the proper arrangements had been made, he took the oath and told his story. "And now, Dr. Jarvis," said Nick, "it is my very agreeable duty to recommend that you be discharged from custody." "What!" cried Jarvis and Deever in the same breath. "Superintendent Byrnes, I appeal to you," Deever exclaimed.
"I can't do it." "Why not?" "We must have some sort of proof that your brother is dead. We can't try a man for the murder of somebody who may be alive for all we know." "You seem to be working in Jarvis' interest," said Deever, with a sneer. "Not a bit of it. You know why I am here in your house." "Because Superintendent Byrnes sent you; and I supposed that he had sent a good man.
"His name," said Deever, "is John Flint." "Where are you employed, Mr. Flint?" asked Nick. "I ain't doing nothing just now," said Flint. "What do you know about the disappearance of Mr. Deever's brother?" "I don't know anything about it, but I saw something Monday night which Mr. Deever wants me to swear to." "And you are willing?"
"The only evidence I now require," said Nick, "is something to show that your brother's body was hidden in the vacant lot and brought into the garden by Jarvis." "Why do you need that? But never mind; I will see what can be done." They separated then, and until evening Nick saw neither Deever nor Chick. But about six o'clock he met Chick by appointment in Deever's house.
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