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The first over was a maiden, six dangerous balls beautifully played. The fieldsmen changed over. The general interest had now settled on the match between Outwood's and Downing's. The fact in Mike's case had gone round the field, and, as several of the other games had not yet begun, quite a large crowd had collected near the pavilion to watch.
Sammy had by this time disposed of the clock-work rat, and was now standing, like Marius, among the ruins barking triumphantly. The banging on Mr. Downing's desk resembled thunder. It rose above all the other noises till in time they gave up the competition and died away. Mr. Downing shot out orders, threats, and penalties with the rapidity of a Maxim gun. "Stone, sit down!
To which Adair, seeing that it was out of the question that there should be any cricket that afternoon, regretfully agreed, and the first Sedleigh v. M.C.C. match was accordingly scratched. Mike and Psmith, wandering back to the house, were met by a damp junior from Downing's, with a message that Mr. Downing wished to see Mike as soon as he was changed. "What's he want me for?" inquired Mike.
Mr. Downing's brain was now working with a rapidity and clearness which a professional sleuth might have envied. Paint. Red paint. Obviously the same paint with which Sammy had been decorated. A footmark. Whose footmark? Plainly that of the criminal who had done the deed of decoration. Yoicks! There were two things, however, to be considered. Your careful detective must consider everything.
"Our Jackson clad in suit of mail and armed for the fray!" This was Mr. Downing's No. 2 manner the playful. "This is indeed Saul among the prophets. Why this sudden enthusiasm for a game which I understood that you despised? Are our opponents so reduced?"
He stood for a moment straightening his tie at the looking-glass; then he picked up his hat and moved slowly out of the door and down the passage. Thence, at the same dignified rate of progress, out of the house and in at Downing's front gate. The postman was at the door when he got there, apparently absorbed in conversation with the parlour-maid.
The form, leaning back against the next row of desks, settled itself comfortably for the address from the throne. "I have lost one of my shoes, sir." A kind of gulp escaped from Mr. Downing's lips. He stared at Mike for a moment in silence. Then, turning to Stone, he told him to start translating. Stone, who had been expecting at least ten minutes' respite, was taken unawares.
Coventry's letters, have stopped a ship of masts of Sir W. Warren's, coming for us in a Swede's ship, which they will not release upon Sir G. Downing's claiming her: which appears as the first act of hostility; and is looked upon as so by Mr. Coventry. She foundered in the sea. So home, where infinite busy till 12 at night, and so home to supper and to bed. 15th.
As they raced across the soft turf, an idea occurred to Mike which he was accustomed in after years to attribute to genius, the one flash of it which had ever illumined his life. It was this. One of Mr. Downing's first acts, on starting the Fire Brigade at Sedleigh, had been to institute an alarm bell.
Downing's eye, rolling in a fine frenzy from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, also focused itself on the pile of soot; and a thrill went through him. Soot in the fireplace! Smith washing his hands! Mr. Downing's mind at that moment contained one single thought; and that thought was, "What ho for the chimney!" He dived forward with a rush, nearly knocking Mr.
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