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Gunnill assured them that only his known antipathy to the army, and the fear of being regarded as one of its followers, prevented him from doing so. He paid instead a fine of ten shillings, and after listening to a sermon, in which his silver hairs served as the text, was permitted to depart. His feeling against Police-constable Cooper increased with the passing of the days.
"How foolish of you to run such a risk!" said Selina. "I brought it for Miss Gunnill," said the young man, simply. He unfastened the parcel, and to the astonishment of all present revealed a policeman's helmet and a short boxwood truncheon. "You you're a wonder," said the gloating Mr. Gunnill. "Look at it, Ted!" Mr. Drill was looking at it; it may be doubted whether the head of Mr.
Gunnill, almost without his knowledge, uttered a deprecatory cough. His daughter turned with alarming swiftness and, holding herself very upright, favoured him with a glance in which indignation and surprise were very fairly mingled. "That white one that one at the end," said Mr. Gunnill, with an appearance of concentrated interest, "that's my fav'rite."
Gunnill, eagerly; "we ought all to help others when we get a chance." Mr. Drill sat bolt upright and looked very wise. He took the smashed helmet from the table and examined it carefully. It was broken in at least half-a-dozen places, and he laboured in vain to push it into shape. He might as well have tried to make a silk hat out of a concertina.
Gunnill patted him on the back. "I fancy I can see him running bare-headed through the town calling for help," he said, smiling. Mr. Sims shook his head. "Like as not it'll be kept quiet for the credit of the force," he said, slowly, "unless, of course, they discover who did it." A slight shade fell on the good-humoured countenance of Mr.
Gunnill, more relieved than he cared to confess, thoughtfully closed his eyes. "I didn't think all along that you'd let Herbert outdo you," said Selina. "I want to outdo him," said Mr. Drill, in a voice of much meaning. Miss Gunnill cast down her eyes and Mr.
The body of the constable garbed in plain clothes followed the face and, standing before him in a menacing fashion, held out a broken helmet and staff. "Have you seen these afore?" he inquired, in a terrible voice. "No," said Mr. Gunnill, with an attempt at surprise. "What are they?" "I'll tell you what they are," said Police-constable Jenkins, ferociously; "they're my helmet and truncheon.
There was a smart rap at the street door, then the handle was turned, and the next moment, to the dismay of all present, the red and angry face of one of Mr. Cooper's brother-constables was thrust into the room. Mr. Gunnill gazed at it in helpless fascination.
Gunnill coughed again. "I was dreaming," pursued Miss Gunnill, plaintively, "sleeping peacefully, when I was awoke by a horrible noise." "That couldn't ha' been me," protested her father. "I was only a bit cheerful. It was Benjamin Ely's birthday yesterday, and after we left the Lion they started singing, and I just hummed to keep 'em company.
"Of course, I shall have to wait my opportunity," he said, at last. "You wait as long as you like, my boy," said the thoughtless Mr. Gunnill. Mr. Sims thanked him. "Wait till Cooper's an old man," urged Mr. Drill. Miss Gunnill, secretly disappointed at the lack of boldness and devotion on the part of the latter gentleman, eyed his stalwart frame indignantly and accused him of trying to make Mr.
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