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When I come back from abroad, I'm going to commence to play this game in a manner that'll rather astonish you, and a certain other person. Ta-ta, guv'nor." Mr. Benjamin Levy was a smart young man, but he had a narrow escape that afternoon, for as he was sauntering up and down the platform at Waterloo, whom should he see within a dozen yards of him but Mr. Maddison and Miss Thurwell.
I don't look like the sort to hurt boys, do I, guv'nor?" This was addressed to a bystander, named in Dave's report as "the gentleman." Who was accompanied by another, described as "the lady." The latter may have said to the former: "I think he looks a very kind-hearted man, my dear, and you are making a fuss about nothing."
I'll beg his pardon tomorrow for asking you, in case he might object." That settled it. That's the police all over, and that's 'ow they get their way and do as they like. I could see 'im in my mind's eye talking to the guv'nor, and letting out little things about broken glasses and such-like by accident.
Fred's cheeks were ashen, his legs shaking under him as he left the house. "I've never seen the guv'nor so worked up before -at least, not about me," thought the boy wretchedly. "Now, what does he mean to do? I can't turn him a hair's breadth, now, from whatever plan he may make. Why didn't I have more sense? Why didn't I own up, and 'throw myself on the mercy of the court'?"
"Wotcher say, guv'nor?" queried the cabman again, turning his bleared eyes upon Sergeant Sowerby. "He said," interrupted Dunbar, "was Brian's cab empty?" "'Course it was," rapped Mr. Hamper, "'e 'd just dropped 'is fare at Palace Mansions."... "How do you know?" snapped Dunbar, suddenly, fixing his fierce eyes upon the face of the speaker. The cabman glared in beery truculence.
"It was about three weeks arter the guv'nor 'ad forgot 'imself, and I was standing by the gate one evening, when I saw a woman coming along carrying a big bag in her 'and. I 'adn't seen 'er afore, and when she stopped in front of me and smiled I was on my guard at once. I don't smile at other people, and I don't expect them to smile at me.
"Guv'nor in?" he inquired of the solitary clerk, a sharp-featured, Jewish-looking young man, who was sitting on a high stool with his hands in his pockets, apparently unburdened with stress of work. The youth nodded, and jerked his head backwards. "Something's up!" he remarked laconically; "he's on the rampage." Mr. Benjamin passed on without remark, and entered the inner office.
The more he had thought, through and through the night, the more he had become convinced that his father had killed himself because of some entanglement in the bank's affairs. "And I'll be pointed out as the defaulter's son," thought Bert bitterly. "Oh, why couldn't the guv'nor think of some one besides himself! We'll have to move away from Gridley, of course.
Again he felt the horror of the great empty space opened up between him and Nicky, deep and still and soundless, but for the two words: "Not yet." It was as Nicholas had said. Anthony and John were rejected; Anthony on account of his age, John because of the mitral murmur that he didn't know about. The guv'nor had lied, John said, like a good 'un; swore he was under thirty-five and stuck to it.
"When this case comes off, it'll be the biggest thundering sensation of the day. And who'll get the credit of it all? Who tracked him down for all his false name and sly ways; hunted him all over Europe, found out who he really was, and why he hated Sir Geoffrey Kynaston so much that he murdered him? Why, I did, dad Benjamin Levy, of Levy & Son, Carle Street, Strand. Ain't it glorious, guv'nor?
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