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And I'm less troubled about him than I am about the man Jaggs. Father, you will be glad to learn that I am almost afraid of that freakish old man." "Neither of them are here " he began. "Exactly," said Jean, "neither are here Lydia had a telegram from him just before dinner asking if he could come to see her next week." At this moment Lydia returned and Jean Briggerland eyed her critically.
"Doesn't it make you feel nice, Lydia," said Jean, when she saw the telegram, "to have a man in London looking after your interests a sort of guardian angel and another guardian angel prowling round your demesne at Cap Martin?" "You mean Jaggs? Have you seen him?" "No, I have not seen him," said the girl softly. "I should rather like to see him. Do you know where he is staying at Monte Carlo?"
What he saw satisfied him, for he pulled the door tight again, and as the footfall of old Jaggs came nearer the door, the donkey-boy flew upstairs with extraordinary rapidity. "I will come later, madame," he said, when he had received the change. "I must take my donkey into Monte Carlo."
Rubenius shewed my father how well they all fitted, in what manner they laced on, with what points, straps, thongs, latchets, ribbands, jaggs, and ends. But I want to be informed about the breeches, said my father.
She was sitting on the edge of the bath looking at the bedraggled figure. "How could anybody draw money from Mrs. Meredith's bank whilst her dear friend and guardian, Jack Glover, is in London to see that she is not robbed." "Old Jaggs" glared up at her from his inflamed eyes.
"Could Jaggs get us out of our trouble too?" he asked sarcastically. "He could even do that," replied Jack. "Then bring him along, for I have an idea he'll have the time of his life." Miss Jean Briggerland reached her home in Berkeley Street soon after nine o'clock.
Old Jaggs called at half-past nine that night, and was admitted by the maid, who stalked in front of him and opened his door. "There's your room," she snapped, "and I'd rather have your room than your company." "Would you, miss?" wheezed Jaggs, and Lydia, attracted by the sound of voices, came to the door and listened with some amusement. "Lord, bless me life, it ain't a bad room, either.
Once she had been tempted to ask Jaggs himself, but the old man had fenced with the question, and had talked vaguely of having worked in the country, and she was as wise as she had been before. But she must get rid of old Jaggs, she thought, as she switched off the light and kicked out the innumerable water-bottles, with which Mrs.
"I don't like it, miss," she said, "he's just like an old tramp, and I'm sure we shall be murdered in our beds." "How cheerful you are, Lucy," laughed Lydia. "Of course, there is no danger from Mr. Jaggs, and he really was very useful to me." The girl grumbled and assented a little sulkily, and Lydia had a feeling that she was going to lose a good servant. In this she was not mistaken.
"Well, he must continue paying you whilst I am away," said the girl. "I am very grateful to you and I want to give you a little present before I go. Is there anything you would like, Mr. Jaggs?" Mr. Jaggs rubbed his beard, scratched his head and thought he would like a pipe. "Though bless you, miss, I don't want any present." "You shall have the best pipe I can buy," said the girl.
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