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At the time Draycott did not know he was a Major-General: he was just a supreme being resplendent in a green silk dressing-gown. The door closed, only to open again at once. "I have forgotten my sponge," he announced. "I shall not be a moment." He gazed directly at Draycott, who bowed, choking slightly.
The next moment the door was shut and bolted, and Draycott followed the Lascar's example just in time: green dressing-gown was returning with his sponge. In official parlance, a general action seemed imminent. . . . It opened with the crash of heavy artillery in the shape of strange and loud expletives of an Indian nature, to be followed immediately by an attack in force on the hostile position.
At that moment Jerry threw open the study door, and, trying to nerve himself for the encounter, Richard entered, to find the great tutor standing, with his hands behind him, before the fireless grate. "How is he, Mr Draycott? Pray, pray speak!" cried Richard. "I sent for you to tell you, Frayne," said the tutor, in a low, deep voice. "Sinking fast!" "Dying?" cried Richard, wildly.
It always amused him to have people explain how much more he would learn if he had eyes. "Then we'll go on to Lucas Street and give the manager the shock of his life," was all he said. "Come, Mr. Draycott, I have already rung up the car." But, as it happened, another instrument had been destined to apply that stimulating experience to the manager.
"But he would not have written to Draycott unless you had been disagreeable to him." "Oh! wouldn't he? He threatened to a year ago, when it wasn't so much. It was when he found out I'd been getting some togs from London. I expect he pumped it out of that idiot Jerry Brigley. But I'm not going to sit here exposing my affairs. Will you help me to get out of the hole?"
At times there were forty Frenchmen in the truck, at others none. Whether they fell off or were pushed Draycott knew not: they simply occurred periodically. One man disappeared for five hours, and then came back again; possibly he was walking to stretch his legs; there was plenty of time.
Francis Heath that he did not like, and he registered a mental vow to let the subject drop, so far as he, a lieutenant in His Majesty's Royal Engineers, was concerned, and never to allude to it, either for "fear or favour," again. Draycott Wilder was a man who hoarded his passions and concentrated them upon a very few objects.
He made this beastly jacket, and all sorts of things that don't fit; and now, because I'm not ready to pay his swindling bill and the wretched paper, he has been threatening, and ended by writing to old Draycott." "Pay him then, and have done with him." "Will you help me?" "Of course, if I can." "If you can! Why, you can, if you like."
"And if I go and punch the head of him as wrote that, they'll have me up before the magistrates," said Jerry; "and they call this a free land!" Three weeks had passed, and Mark Frayne was beginning to show signs of returning consciousness, when, towards evening, the police inspector came to the house to ask to see Mr Draycott.
I have a week's hotel bill in my pocket, and" he glanced down at his trousers "I've ordered one or two other things unfortunately." "That will be a matter of time, doubtless," suggested the other encouragingly. Instead of replying Draycott suddenly dropped his arms on to the table and buried his face between them. A minute passed in silence. "It's no good, Mr.
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