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"Here! look here!" interposed Mr. Negget. "I've known Mrs. Driver thirty year a'most." "What time did she come?" repeated the ex-constable, pitilessly. His niece shook her head. "It might have been eleven, and again it might have been earlier," she replied. "I was out when she came." "Out!" almost shouted the other. Mrs. Negget nodded. "She was sitting in here when I came back."
Negget, feeling that his mirth was certainly ill-timed, shook for some time in a noble effort to control himself, and despairing at length, went into the back place to recover. Sounds of blows indicative of Emma slapping him on the back did not add to Mrs. Negget's serenity. "The point is," said the ex-constable, "could anybody have come into your room while you was asleep and taken it?"
To say that the thing struck McEachern as sinister is to put the matter baldly. There was once a gentleman who remarked that he smelt a rat, and saw it floating in the air. Ex-Constable McEachern smelt a regiment of rats, and the air seemed to him positively congested with them. His first impulse had been to rush to Jimmy's room there and then; but he had learned society's lessons well.
"I should never ha' thought of it by myself," said the farmer; "but I think they'd make a very nice couple, and I'm sure Mrs. Driver thinks so." The ex-constable sat down in wrathful confusion, and taking up his notebook again, watched over the top of it the silent charges and countercharges of his niece and her husband.
The colonel reached over and pulled the reins mechanically. His instinct was to interfere; had he been near enough to recognise in the Negro the object of his visit, Bud Johnson, and in the overseer the ex-constable, Haines, he might have yielded to the impulse. But on second thought he realised that he had neither authority nor strength to make good his interference.
"Here! look here!" interposed Mr. Negget. "I've known Mrs. Driver thirty year a'most." "What time did she come?" repeated the ex-constable, pitilessly. His niece shook her head. "It might have been eleven, and again it might have been earlier," she replied. "I was out when she came." "Out!" almost shouted the other. Mrs. Negget nodded. "She was sitting in here when I came back."
All the others, Kinney, Taylor and ex-Constable Carter, had been more than once mentioned in dispatches. This is a legitimate expression, because in reality the Mounted Police were always on active service, and their merits were made known in the reports of their superior officers.
Negget went up and fetched it and stood eyeing him eagerly as he raised the lid and inspected the contents. It contained only a few lozenges and some bone studs. Mr. Negget helped himself to a lozenge, and going back to his seat, breathed peppermint. "Properly speaking, that ought not to have been touched," said the ex-constable, regarding him with some severity.
"No, the one you're in," interrupted his niece. "It don't signify," said her uncle. "Nobody else has been near the place, and Emma's box has been searched. "Thoroughly searched," testified Mrs. Negget. "Now the point is, what did Mrs. Driver come for this morning?" resumed the ex-constable. "Did she come "
I gave her a month's notice at once, and she went straight up stairs and sat on her box and cried." "Sat on her box?" repeated the ex-constable, impressively. "Oh!" "That's what I thought," said his niece, "but it wasn't, because I got her off at last and searched it through and through. I never saw anything like her clothes in all my life.
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