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"Tha' mustn't go walkin' about in corridors an' listenin'. Mr. Craven would be that there angry there's no knowin' what he'd do." "I wasn't listening," said Mary. "I was just waiting for you and I heard it. That's three times." "My word! There's Mrs. Medlock's bell," said Martha, and she almost ran out of the room.
"And yet it's not impudence, either. He's just fine, is that lad." It was perhaps well he had been prepared or he might have been startled. When the bedroom door was opened a large crow, which seemed quite at home perched on the high back of a carven chair, announced the entrance of a visitor by saying "Caw Caw" quite loudly. In spite of Mrs. Medlock's warning, Mr.
"Good Lord!" exclaimed poor Mrs. Medlock, with her eyes almost starting out of her head. "Good Lord!" "What is this?" said Dr. Craven, coming forward. "What does it mean?" Then Mary was reminded of the boy Rajah again. Colin answered as if neither the doctor's alarm nor Mrs. Medlock's terror were of the slightest consequence.
He was only waiting for Mr Medlock's departure to dive into the mystery of Trumpery Toadstool, or Murdered for a Lark, in which he had that morning invested. He made a clumsy parcel of the books, and then shambled forth in a somewhat homicidal spirit in Mr Medlock's wake down the street. At the corner that gentleman halted till he came up. "Well, young fellow, picked any pockets lately?"
Here was another locked door added to the hundred in the strange house. "Mr. Craven had it shut when his wife died so sudden. He won't let no one go inside. It was her garden. He locked th' door an' dug a hole and buried th' key. There's Mrs. Medlock's bell ringing I must run." After she was gone Mary turned down the walk which led to the door in the shrubbery.
As to money, salaries were always paid quarterly, and on Christmas Day Reginald would receive his first instalment. The directors, Mr Medlock said, placed implicit confidence in the new secretary. He was authorised to open all letters that came. Any money they might contain he was strictly to account for and pay into the bank daily to Mr Medlock's account.
The boy scowled at him inquisitively. "All right," said Mr Medlock. "I never said you had. I'm not going to take you to the police-station, I'm going to give you half a crown." This put a new aspect on the situation. Love brightened up as he watched Mr Medlock's hand dive into his pocket. "What should you do with a half-crown if you had it?" "Do? I know, and no error.
Craven, he won't be troubled about anythin' when he's here, an' he's nearly always away. Mrs. Medlock gave me th' place out o' kindness. She told me she could never have done it if Misselthwaite had been like other big houses." "Are you going to be my servant?" Mary asked, still in her imperious little Indian way. Martha began to rub her grate again. "I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant," she said stoutly.
"And yet it's not impudence, either. He's just fine, is that lad." It was perhaps well he had been prepared or he might have been startled. When the bedroom door was opened a large crow, which seemed quite at home perched on the high back of a carven chair, announced the entrance of a visitor by saying "Caw Caw" quite loudly. In spite of Mrs. Medlock's warning, Mr.
He endeavoured, in a few words, to explain the position of affairs to Love, who was characteristically quick at grasping it, and suggesting a remedy. "That there Medlock's got to be served, and no error!" he said. "I'll murder 'im!" "Nonsense!" said Reginald; "you can't make things right by doing wrong yourself. And you know you wouldn't do such a thing." "Do I know? Tell you I would, gov'nor!
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