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A diversion was created by the sudden appearance of a new quarry. A slim youth had darted from behind one of the piles of mullock, and was running at full speed up the lead towards the head of the gully, followed by three foot police. 'After him! shouted McPhee. A couple of troopers and two more foot police joined in the chase, but the youngster was a good runner and very cunning.
On this broke a great bovine roar of merriment from the opulent lungs of Mrs. Ben Kyley, who stood foremost in the ring surrounding McPhee, the sergeant, and the girl, her strong white hands, suspiciously pipeclayed, supporting her shaking sides.
Or, to be preceese, Bell no more than twisted the Kite oot from under her bows, and there was a little damnin' betwix' the twa bridges. "Noo a passenger" McPhee regarded me benignantly "wad ha' told the papers that as soon as he got to the Customs.
"Bell and I bid young Bannister and Calder to dinner at Radley's. They'll have no laughin' an' singin' there, but we took a private room like yacht-owners fra' Cowes." McPhee grinned all over, and lay back to think. "And then?" said I. "We were no drunk in ony preceese sense o' the word, but Radley's showed me the dead men. There were six magnums o' dry champagne an' maybe a bottle o' whisky."
Wallis put on a grip that had reduced many a recalcitrant convict to order, and looked inquiringly at McPhee, who had ridden to the spot. The crowd closed round, overlooking the scene from mullock-heaps and windlass-stands. 'Produce your license, you rascal! roared the Commissioner. The youth was too short of breath to speak, and remained panting under Wallis's hand.
"The auld man sucked in his lips an' whistled. 'AH, said he, 'the new timin'. I see! He doddered into the Board-room I'd just left, an' the Dandie-dog that is just his blind man's leader stayed wi' me. That was providential. In a minute he was back again. 'Ye've cast your bread on the watter, McPhee, an' be damned to you, he says. 'Whaur's my dog? My word, is he on your knee?
"Twenty-five thousand pounds." I drew a long breath. "An' I've been earnin' twenty-five an' twenty pound a month!" The last words came away with a roar, as though the wide world was conspiring to beat him down. "All this time I'm waiting," I said. "I know nothing since last September. Was it left you?" They laughed aloud together. "It was left," said McPhee, choking. "Ou, ay, it was left.
What d' ye think o' the hatrack?" Now, that hat-rack was oak-thirty shillings, at least. McPhee came down-stairs with a sober foot he steps as lightly as a cat, for all his weight, when he is at sea and shook hands in a new and awful manner a parody of old Holdock's style when he says good-bye to his skippers. I perceived at once that a legacy had come to him, but I held my peace, though Mrs.
McPhee liked that pamphlet enormously, for it was composed in the Bouverie-Byzantine style, with baroque and rococo embellishments; and afterwards he introduced me to Mrs. McPhee, who succeeded Dinah in my heart; for Dinah was half a world away, and it is wholesome and antiseptic to love such a woman as Janet McPhee. They lived in a little twelve-pound house, close to the shipping.
Bid them to Radley's, McPhee, an' send me the bill. Thank Dandie, here, man. I'm no used to thanks. Then he turned him round. "'Preserve 's! I said, clean jumped oot o' mysel'. 'I was but thinkin' you're fey, McRimmon. "Dod, the auld deevil laughed till he nigh sat down on Dandie. 'Send me the bill, says he. 'I'm long past champagne, but tell me how it tastes the morn.
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