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They were cordially received at Mrs. Gillett's house; and there Mrs. Manly enjoyed the wished-for opportunity of talking with her son, and Willie had a chance to beat the drum in the attic, and Mrs. Gillett secretly emptied Frank's haversack of its rations of pork and hard tack, and filled it again with excellent bread and butter, slices of cold lamb, and sponge cake.
One or two of the party looked soberer; the child's eyes were large with awe and wonder; she regarded, not without dread, something moving, a shape, a human form in each terrible little coop. But Mr. Gillett's face shone with livelier emotions; he peered into the cells at his charges with a keen bright gaze that had in it something of the animal tamer's zest for his part.
His record was against him and he got a heavy sentence, with death as a penalty, if he ever sets foot in England again." "What," asked Mr. Gillett's youngest listener, "is 'peached'?" "In school-girl parlance, it is, I believe, to 'tell on' some one." "You mean a tattle-tale?" scornfully. "I hate them." "They have their uses," he answered softly. "And I'm rather partial to them, myself.
Furtively the prisoner felt his pocket; the memorandum book containing the paper that had cost so much was gone; he looked at the agent. Had it been shifted to Mr. Gillett's possession, or, dimly he recalled his assailant's last words, had Rogers succeeded in snatching the precious evidence from his breast before escaping?
They had dropped into the chaplain's study for a Saturday night smoke -all four house-masters and the three briars and the one cigar reeking in amity proved the Rev. John Gillett's good generalship.
"Shall I send one of the maids to sleep in your dressing-room? Company, you know! Your voice sounds a little nervous." "Does it? Not at all!" she said hastily. "I am not in the least nervous." "Good night, then!" They went. "One of my men in the garden felt sure he had seen him return toward the house," Mr. Gillett's voice was wafted back, became fainter, died away.
King and little Hartopp were sparring in the Reverend John Gillett's study at 10 P.M. classical versus modern as usual. 'Character proportion background, snarled King. 'That is the essence of the Humanities. 'Analects of Confucius, little Hartopp answered. 'Time, said the Reverend John behind the soda-water. 'You men oppress me. Hartopp, what did you say to Paddy in your dormitories to-night?
"I want to have a long talk with you there; and I want Mrs. Gillett's brother, the minister, to see you." Frank was not passionately fond of ministers; and immediately an unpleasant image rose in his mind, of a solemn, black-coated individual, who took a mournful satisfaction in damping the spirits of young people by his long and serious conversations.
Gillett's manner was keen, energetic; if he felt surprise he suppressed it. "Good! your lordship's business concerns John Steele." "For reasons that need not be mentioned, I want to find out all I can about him. That, I believe, is the sort of work you undertake. The terms for your services can be arranged later. It is unnecessary to say you will be well paid.
"I think your attitude in this matter is weak," said Prout, looking round for support. "It would be really better to break up the study for a while wouldn't it?" "Oh, break it up by all means," said Macrae. "We shall see then if Gillett's theory holds water." "Be wise, Prout. Leave them alone, or calamity will overtake you; and what is much more important, they will be annoyed with me.
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