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"And I shall want some glue, and Miss Gunnill, and some tin-tacks," said Drill. "What do you want me for?" inquired Selina. "To hold the things for me," replied Mr. Drill. Miss Gunnill tossed her head, but after a little demur consented; and Drill, ignoring the impatience of the constable, picked up his bag and led the way into the kitchen. Messrs.
Sims glanced at him sharply, and then, to the extreme astonishment of Mr. Gunnill, snatched up the relics and, wrapping them up in the paper, dashed out of the house. Mr. Gunnill turned a look of blank inquiry upon Mr. Drill. "It wasn't Cooper's number on the helmet," said that gentleman. "Eh?" shouted Mr. Gunnill. "How do you know?" inquired Selina. "I just happened to notice," replied Mr. Drill.
You've been spoiling His Majesty's property, and you'll be locked up." "Yours?" said the astonished Mr. Gunnill. "I lent 'em to young Sims, just for a joke," said the constable. "I felt all along I was doing a silly thing." "It's no joke," said Mr. Gunnill, severely. "I'll tell young Herbert what I think of him trying to deceive me like that."
She stayed indoors all day, but the necessity of establishing his innocence took Mr. Gunnill out a great deal. His neighbours, in the hope of further excitement, warmly pressed him to go to prison rather than pay a fine, and instanced the example of an officer in the Salvation Army, who, in very different circumstances, had elected to take that course. Mr.
He smiled over at Miss Gunnill, but that young lady, who found him somewhat mysterious, looked away and frowned. Her father sat and exhausted conjecture, his final conclusion being that Mr. Sims had attacked the first policeman that had come in his way and was now suffering the agonies of remorse. He raised his head sharply at the sound of hurried footsteps outside.
"You'd no business to lend it," said Drill, interrupting the constable's indignant retort; "especially for Sims to pretend that he had stolen it from Cooper. It's a roundabout sort of thing, but you can't tell of Mr. Gunnill without getting into trouble yourself." "I shall have to put up with that," said the constable, desperately; "it's got to be explained.
Gunnill, impressively, as he sank into his chair with a sigh of relief. "How you done it I don't know. It's a surprise even to me." "He is very clever," said Selina, with a kind smile Mr. Drill turned pale, and then, somewhat emboldened by praise from such a quarter, dropped into a chair by her side and began to talk in low tones. The grateful Mr.
To his surprise, Mr. Gunnill started up from his chair and, gripping his hand, shook it fervently. He looked round, and Selina was regarding him with a glance so tender that he lost his head completely. Before he had recovered he had pledged himself to lay the helmet and truncheon of the redoubtable Mr. Cooper at the feet of Miss Gunnill; exact date not specified.
"Oh!" she said, listlessly. "And I see you making a very good breakfast all by yourself in the kitchen," continued her father, in a voice not free from the taint of triumph. The discomfited Selina rose and stood regarding him; Mr. Gunnill, after a vain attempt to meet her gaze, busied himself with his meal.
"He had to leave the force," replied her father; "he couldn't stand the disgrace of it. The chap that pushed him over was quite a little chap, too. About the size of Herbert here." Mr. Sims started. "Very much like him in face, too," pursued Mr. Gunnill; "daring chap he was." Miss Gunnill sighed. "I wish he lived in Little-stow," she said, slowly. "I'd give anything to take that horrid Mrs.
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