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Which is just as well, as it happened, for it was with Borkins that Cleek and Dollops were most concerned. Upon the probability of their friendship with the butler hung the chance of their getting work. They had left Mr.
The tension under which Cleek and the youthful Dollops laboured was tremendous. Not daring to breathe they stood there hugging the wall, their every muscle aching with the strain, and then the two strangers walked on again, still talking in low, casual voices, until they had reached the end of the passage where the steps started abruptly upward. Then a patch of light showed suddenly.
"Why, when you got to the top of those little steps and came out into the Fens." "Only the Frozen Flames, sir. Why?" "Oh, nothing. It'll keep. Just a little thing I saw that led me a long way upon the road I'm trying to travel. You'll hear about it later. Time's getting on, Dollops, my lad. You're due with your friend Black Whiskers in another ten minutes and we're about that from the dockyard.
The old woman was placed in her easy chair in front of the fire with the cat her chief evening amusement on her knee; the letter-carrier went out for his evening walk; Dollops proceeded miscellaneously to clean up and smash the crockery, and May sat down to indite an epistle to the inmates of Rocky Cottage. Suddenly Mrs Flint uttered an exclamation.
'Eard the case 'ad gone against Sir Nigel, sir poor chap. 'Ere, you, Dollops " But Dollops was gone in his master's wake, in his arms a huge, ungainly bundle that looked like a stove-pipe wrapped up in brown paper, gone through the courtroom door, without so much as passing the time of day with an old pal.
Now then," flirting over the leaves of the guide book, "let's see how the trains run. Dorset Darsham Dalby Devonshire. Good! Here you are. Um-m-m. Too late for that. Can't possibly catch that one, either. Ah, here's the one 1.56 that will do." Then he closed the book, almost ran to the door, and, leaning over the banister, shouted down the staircase, "Dollops Dollops, you snail, where are you?
"One for his nob that, Gov'nor my hat, yuss!" said Dollops, with a shrill laugh, as he stuck a red head and a face all shiny with cocoa butter and half-removed grease-paint out of the window, and, despite the fact that the swift pace of the automobile had already carried it far past the place where the count had been in hiding, made a fan of his five fingers and his snub nose.
"My dear Cleek, such a case; you'll fairly revel in it," he began excitedly. "As I didn't expect to find you out at this hour of the morning, I dispensed with the formality of 'phoning, hopped into the car, and came on at once. Dollops said you'd be back in half a minute, and," looking at his watch, "it's now ten since I arrived." "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr.
"Suit yourself, my lad." "Thanky, sir; then I'll walk at your heels, if you don't mind. I'd like to walk at your heels all the rest of my blessed life. Did I carry it off all right, Gov'nor? Did I do it jist as you wanted of it done?" "To a T, my lad," said Cleek, smiling and patting him on the shoulder. "You'll do, Dollops you'll do finely.
But the ease with which the door lifted came as something of a surprise. It came up silently, almost sending Cleek over backward, as indeed it would have done a man with less poise, but he easily recovered himself. They sat back upon their heels and listened. Not a sound. "Coming?" whispered Cleek in a low, tense whisper. "Yes sir." Dollops was beside him in an instant.
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