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"I had put on the kettle in the kitchen for Mrs. Horridge. It will be boiling by this time." Lady O'Gara was about to refuse. Then she changed her mind. A refusal might hurt Mrs. Wade. Beyond that she had a sudden curiosity, her husband had often said that she had a touch of the gamin as to how Mrs. Wade would give her tea. Would she sit down with her in the equality of an afternoon call?
He was doing very well. It was so easy for him to reach the school by this gate, and he was beginning to get on well with the boys; and Mr. McGroarty, Mr. O'Connell's successor, gave a very favourable report of him. "We feel so safe inside the big wall, me and Georgie," said Susan Horridge. "It isn't likely he'd come on us from the Park."
She was frightened at first, but afterwards she seemed glad to see me. She is very lonely. No one goes to see her but Mrs. Horridge, a good creature but Bridyeen is a natural lady. I must not go there again though she is a grey-haired woman older than her years it was strange that I recognized her after twenty years; there are beasts who will talk."
"I shall come with you, Shawn," said Lady O'Gara. "That will be the best way to prevent their talking." A friendship had sprung up between Mrs. Horridge and Mrs. Wade, as Sir Shawn had said a curious friendship, not altogether equal, for Mrs.
"What's the matter?" was Sir Seymour's unconventional greeting to him. For the painter's face was flushed in patches and his small eyes glowed fiercely. "Who's this?" he said, looking at Sir Seymour's companion. "Detective Inspector Horridge Mr. Dick Garstin," said Sir Seymour. "Oh, come to see the picture! Well, you're too late!" said Garstin in a harsh voice. "Too late!"
The last person I asked to guess my age put me down at fifty. What should you have said?" "Somewhere near it," was the candid admission. "Never mind, Horridge, you've done your bit. You shall pass on your experience to a new hand, take your pension and try the south coast of England for a few months. Now let's get on with it. You know what I want to hear about."
Horridge, as she still called herself, was back at the South lodge with Georgie, and old Lizzie Brennan as her lodger. "The old soul," she said to Lady O'Gara. "I'll always find room for her. She do take on so when it comes over her that she might go to the 'Ouse. I've promised her she shan't. Wasn't it clever of her, m'lady, to go off and find Miss Stella's Ma for her.
Horridge do be drawin' the water from the well behind the Waterfall Cottage, and this Mrs. Wade kem out an' spoke to her. She took great notice of Georgie. The schoolmaster's well contint with Georgie. He takes to the Irish like a duck to water. The master do be sayin' he's better at the language nor them that should be spakin' it be rights.
Sir Henry spoke down a telephone and a few minutes later Ensol reappeared. "Find Mr. Horridge a comfortable room," his chief directed, "and one of our confidential typists. You can make out your report at your leisure," he went on. "Come in and see me when it's all finished." "Certainly, sir," Horridge replied, rising. Sir Henry held out his hand.
Horridge produced from his pocket a long strip of paper. "They're there, sir," he announced, "coaled to the scuppers, every man standing to stations and steam up. There's the list." He handed the paper across to Sir Henry, who glanced it down. "The fast cruiser squadron," he observed. "Hm! Three new ships we haven't any note of. No transports, then, Horridge?"
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