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After that followed a silence so deep that Mallalieu felt the drums of his ears aching intensely in the effort to catch any sound, however small. But he heard nothing not even a sigh. It was as if all the awful silences that had ever been in the cavernous places of the world had been crystallized into one terrible silence and put into that room.
I could see and hear, even at thirty yards off, that Stoner was maddening Mallalieu, though of course I couldn't distinguish precise words. And all of a sudden Mallalieu's temper went, and he lets out with that heavy oak stick of his and fetches the lad a crack right over his forehead and with Stoner starting suddenly back the old railings gave way and down he went.
Mallalieu crossed over and made a short examination of these exhibits; then he turned to the superintendent with an air of decision. "Aught been done?" he demanded. "Not yet, Mr. Mayor," answered the superintendent. "We were just consulting as to what's best to be done." "I should think that's obvious," replied Mallalieu. "You must get to work! Two things you want to do just now.
Odd, isn't it, that I should come to live down here, right away in the far North of England, and find you in such good circumstances, too! Mr. Mallalieu, Mayor of Highmarket his second term of office! Mr. Cotherstone, Borough Treasurer of Highmarket now in his sixth year of that important post! I say again you've both done uncommonly well uncommonly!"
The superintendent was pale and trembling, and his eyes met Mallalieu's with a strange, deprecating expression. Before he could speak, two strangers emerged from a doorway and came close up. And a sudden sickening sense of danger came over Mallalieu, and his tongue failed him. "Mr. Mayor!" faltered the superintendent. "I I can't help it!
And on a shining brass plate, set into the wall, just within the gateway, were deeply engraven the words: Mallalieu and Cotherstone, Builders and Contractors. Whoever had walked into Mallalieu & Cotherstone's yard one October afternoon a few years ago would have seen Mallalieu and Cotherstone in person.
Cotherstone flushed, grew restless, hung his head a little, looked as if he would like to explain. But Mallalieu continued to stare fixedly across the court. He cared nothing that the revelation had been made at last. Now that it had been made, in full publicity, he did not care a brass farthing if every man and woman in Highmarket knew that he was an ex-gaol-bird.
For he knew that those taunts, those looks, those half-averted, half-sneering faces meant one thing, and one thing only the Highmarket men believed him equally guilty with Mallalieu, and had come to the conclusion that he was only let off in order that direct evidence against Mallalieu might be forthcoming.
And presently he caught a sound within the cottage the sound of the sizzling of chops on a gridiron, and with it came the pleasant and grateful smell of cooking meat, and Mallalieu decided that he was hungry. To a man fixed as Mallalieu was at that time the evening which followed was by no means unpleasant.
That's what I saw and I saw Mallalieu kick that stick into the quarry in a passion, and I've got it!" "You've got it?" said Tallington. "I've got it!" repeated Cotherstone. "I watched Mallalieu after this was over. Once I thought he saw me but he evidently decided he was alone. I could see he was taking on rarely. He went down to the quarry as it got dusk he was there some time.
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