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Sir Anthony turned to the bell-push by the side of the mantelpiece. "What's the good of talking to this double-dyed scoundrel?" He pointed to the door. "You infamous liar, get out. And if I ever catch you prowling round this house, I'll set the dogs on you." Gedge marched to the door and turned on the threshold and shook his fist. "You'll repent your folly till your dying day!"
"You might as well say," I replied, "that I, who have never dared to steal anything in my life, live in ease and comfort, whereas poor Bill Sykes, who has devoted all his days to burglary, has seven years' penal servitude. No, Gedge," said I, gathering up the reins, "it can't be done. You can't have it both ways."
"Two more Martinis an' another plain soda, please, Bobby." The First Lieutenant laughed. "Who's the soda water for me?" Mouldy shook his head lugubriously. "No," he replied, "me. There was another bird there this morning being lushed up to a bar to his D.S.O. an R.N.R. Lieutenant called Gedge. What you'd call a broth of a boy. We had lunch together afterwards."
"Anything more, sir?" "Nothing, thank you, Marigold." "Good-night, sir." The room was in darkness. Marigold shut the door. I was alone. What the deuce was the meaning of this waylaying of Boyce by Daniel Gedge? "Major Boyce has gone, sir," said Marigold, the next morning, as I was tapping my breakfast egg. "Gone?" I echoed. Boyce had made no reference the night before to so speedy a departure.
Could it be possible that Gedge thought himself the sole repository of the secret which Boyce had so desperately confided to me? But when had the life of Gedge and the military life of Leonard Boyce crossed? It was puzzling. Well, to tell the truth, I thought no more about the matter. The glow of Mrs. Boyce's happiness remained with me all the evening.
"In her last letter my mother told me that the Mayor and Town Council were on the point of giving a civic reception to Colonel Boyce. Has it taken place yet?" "Yes," said I. "And did it go off all right?" In spite of wisdom learned at Balliol and shell craters, he was still an ingenuous youth. "Gedge was perfectly quiet," I answered.
"That's what all you downtrodden slaves of militarism would like to find out," replied Gedge. "The time will come when I, and such as I, will tear the veils away and expose them, and say 'These be thy gods, O Israel." "The time will come," retorted Marigold, "when if you don't hold your precious jaw, I and such as I will smash it into a thousand pieces.
He made this proposition to me on the first evening of my return. "The bride's father," said I, somewhat ironically, "is surely the proper person." "The bride's father," said he, "is miles away, and, like a wise and hoary villain, is likely to remain there." This was news. "Gedge has left Wellingsford?" I cried. "How did that come about?"
With the exception of Gedge, now his fast ally, Reginald's other fellow- workmen concerned themselves very little with his proceedings. One or two, indeed, noticing his proficiency, hinted to him that he was a fool to work for the wages he was getting, and some went so far as to say he had no right to do so, and had better join the "chapel" to save trouble.
I don't hold wi' ladies no, nor passons neither not when it comes to meddlin' wi' your wittles, an' dictatin' to yer about forgivin' them as ha' got the better ov yer. That young lady there, what do she matter? That sort's allus gaddin' about? What'll she keer about us when she's got 'er fine husband? Here o' Saturday, gone o' Monday that's what she is. Now Jimmy Gedge, yer kin allus count on 'im.
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