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"He's in the old passage, eh?" said Milsom, thoughtfully, "well there's no reason why he should get out alive." "He won't," said the other. "Was he followed you saw nobody outside?" "We have nothing to fear on that score. He's working on his own." Milsom grunted. "What are we going to do with him?" "Gas him," said van Heerden, "he is certain to have a gun." Milsom nodded.
Rose, watching the little scene with listless eyes, saw him towering over the group like an embodiment of wrath and pity. 'If they turn us out, sir, said old Milsom, wistfully looking up at Elsmere with blear eyes, 'there'll be nothing left but the House for us old 'uns. Why, lor' bless you, sir, it's not so bad but we can make shift.
"And you think this may be the man?" "It is likely." "What have you done?" "I have sent Gregory up to see the man. If he is what I hope he may be, Gregory will bring him here I have given him the password." "What difference will it make?" asked Milsom. "You are on to a big fortune, anyway." "Fortune?"
His reverie was interrupted by the arrival of Milsom, who, having taken the Thetis into Havana harbour and snugly berthed her there, and further made every possible provision for her safety, had turned her over to the capable care of Perkins, her chief mate, and had now come on by train as far as Pinar del Rio, and from thence by Don Hermoso's carriage, to pay his promised visit to the hacienda Montijo.
His visitors were two men from Mile End. One was old Milsom, more sallow and palsied than ever. As he stood bent almost double, his old knotted hand resting for support on the table beside him, everything in the little hall seemed to shake with him.
The two Spaniards therefore took a most ceremonious leave of Jack and Milsom, descended to their boat, and pulled back to their own ship, which immediately started her engines and steamed away to the westward, dipping her colours in salute as she went; while the Thetis resumed her course to the eastward in the direction of Calonna, off which she arrived about an hour later.
"An old woman, called Andrinetta I know that, though I called her 'nurse' when she was with me in the beautiful home I so dimly remember and the man whom you have heard of under the name of Black Milsom." "Is he an Italian?" asked Andrew, astonished. "I don't know," replied Honoria. "In England he calls himself an Englishman in Italy he is supposed to be an Italian.
If I didn't get interested in something I'd go mad," chuckled Bridgers. He had reached that stage of cocaine intoxication when the world was a very pleasant place indeed and full of subject for jocularity. "This place is getting right on my nerves," he went on, "couldn't I go to London? I'm stagnating here. Why, some of the stuff I cultivated the other day wouldn't react. Isn't that so, Milsom?
"I'm blest if I know what to do," he said; "I've promised Stephen I wouldn't stay out after time again and " "Not as a rule, perhaps," answered Mr. Milsom; "but once in a way can't make any difference, I'm sure, and Stephen Plumpton is the last to be ill-natured." "That I am," replied the good-tempered footman. "Stay, if you like to stay, Mat. I'll leave my door unfastened, and welcome."
As old Milsom began to talk to him in his weak, tremulous voice, the visitor's attention was irresistibly held by the details about him. Fresh as he was from all the delicate sights, the harmonious colors and delightful forms of the Squire's house, they made an unusually sharp impression on his fastidious senses.
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