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It sounds just like a penny whistle, while mine's as solid as a big trombone." "What?" "Oh, never mind about that, old chap. We'll soon feed you up, old Whitney and I. Make you strong as a horse again. Van, old cockalorum, I am glad." And to show his delight, Bob Howlett executed a kind of triumphal dance, ending with a stamp. "Don't be an idiot, Bob," said Mark, feebly. "Come close here.
"I know," said Mark. "You did, Bob." "Oh, I say, doctor!" "Did I?" said that young gentleman, scratching his head. "Well, now you say so, I think it was Robert Howlett, Esquire, with the spy-glass old Staples abused so, and a pretty row there was went on below on deck.
"Here, my lads, get the black below; give him a place to lie down. He'll be all right in the morning, and a free man at any rate." "I say, Van," said Bob Howlett, "aren't we all making a precious lot of fuss about a nigger? Wonder whether you'd all make as much about me." "Go overboard and try," said Mark. "Eh? Thankye. Well, not to-night. I say, can't that schooner sail?" "So can we and faster.
The kestrel's eggs had not been broken, strange to say, and formed the nucleus of Arthur's collection, at which Martin worked heart and soul, and introduced Arthur to Howlett the bird-fancier, and instructed him in the rudiments of the art of stuffing.
I think the reader will possibly gain a better idea of what happened at the Howlett dance, at which Count Bonetti was to have been presented to Miss Andrews, if I forego the pleasure of writing this chapter myself, and produce instead the chapter of Stuart Harley's ill-fated book which was to have dealt with that most interesting incident.
Michell and Howlett come to desire mine and my wife's company to dinner to their son's, and so away by coach with them, it being Betty's wedding-day a year, as also Shrove Tuesday. Here I made myself mighty merry, the two old women being there also, and a mighty pretty dinner we had in this little house, to my exceeding great content, and my wife's, and my heart pleased to see Betty.
"This, I say, is Captain Vandean, and I'm Captain Howlett, and we came in the boat and saved your lives when you were pitched overboard out of the slaver." "Are these the two men?" said Mark, eagerly. "Right, my lord. These are they. I've had 'em holy-stoned and fresh painted. They seemed to want to stay, and the skipper said as he was short-handed he'd give 'em a trial.
"I wonder how long it will be before they have me on deck," he said to himself. "Hooray!" cried Bob Howlett, about a week later, as he burst into the cabin. "What is it?" cried Mark, excitedly. "Why are they getting the anchor up?" "Don't know. Nobody knows but the skipper, but we're off somewhere, thank goodness, and you're to come on deck to-day, and old Russell too." "That is good news."
Inspector HOWLETT said: About 9.45 on the morning of Tuesday, 4th December, from information received, he went with Sergeant Runnymede and Dr. Robinson to 11 Glover Street, Bow, and there found the dead body of a young man, lying on his back with his throat cut. The door of the room had been smashed in, and the lock and the bolt evidently forced. The room was tidy.
Howlett & Bast had refused to send any more patterns, as the last lot sent had not been returned, though twice applied for. I understood that now. However, it made a very good pen-wiper, in pleasant, simple taste, and I thanked Eliza for it several times most warmly. At my suggestion it was placed on the centre-table in the drawing-room.
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