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"As you please, sir. But how shall I sufficiently thank you?" Mr. Minford was about to protest against this extraordinary method of thanking a benefactor, when a rap was heard at the door. In reply to the invitation, "Come in," a tall boy opened the door, and started back on seeing a stranger. "Do come in, Bog," said Mr. Minford. "I have good news to tell you. This is a friend of ours, Mr.
"Marcus," said he, "I don't wish to revive an unpleasant subject; but have you no idea what the late Mr. Minford was trying to invent?" "Not the least. I never trouble myself about inventions, as you well know, who are full of them. Besides, poor Mr. Minford was not communicative on that subject. He kept the secret even from his daughter." "You have a claim on the apparatus, whatever it is."
"Her hour will be from nine to ten o'clock every other morning, and from three to four on alternate afternoons," said Miss Pillbody. "It is now half past ten," she added, consulting a watch. "Mrs. Penfeather, my eleven-o'clock pupil, is put of town to-day: so Miss Minford that is. Pet can commence now, and I will give her until twelve o'clock. This will save time." "Good!" remarked the inventor.
Minford, kindly, but condescendingly, "you are just in time to hear good news. "Glad to hear it, sir," answered the boy Bog, blushing hard, lifting his eyes from the floor long enough to glance at Mr. Minford and his daughter, and all the while slapping his knees vigorously. "He is in the bill-posting business," said Mr. Minford to Marcus.
Now, who do you suppose has supported us the last three months?" "Some benevolent relative, perhaps," said Mr. Wilkeson, hazarding a wild guess. "You are right, sir. And a near and dear relative it is no other than my little Pet here." Mr. Minford placed his right hand fondly on the shining head of the young girl, who sat on a low stool by his side, looking into his face.
Minford, be good enough to let me see it at once, according to your promise." "You have guessed correctly, Mr. Wilkeson. I have received a second anonymous letter, which I intended showing to you after a further brief explanation. But I can readily appreciate your anxiety to read it without delay. Here it is." He drew forth a letter, and handed it to Marcus.
The legal claim which you hold upon the machine entitles you to see it, if only to ascertain that it has not been stolen." "The visit you propose is a disagreeable one; but if you think there is a possibility of benefiting Miss Minford, I will go. Not that she is likely to be in want, however, at present, for I understand that a wealthy lady, Mrs.
Of course, I can't explain what caused the motion on those occasions if it were a real motion, and not a fantasy of the inventor's brain but I'll bet my life that any intelligent mechanic could have fully explained it to Mr. Minford at the time. But, mark you, Mr. Minford would never have accepted the explanation. Inventors never take advice."
To save him from unpleasant feelings on that score, and to maintain friendly relations between them for the future, Marcus put a stop to the reluctant disclosure. He said: "Never mind it, Mr. Minford. I know nothing of mechanical matters, and take no interest in them. Your explanation would only be wasted on me.
Of course, I say this with every possible regard for your deceased friend. He was insane on this point quoad hoc, as the lawyers have it without question, or he would not have thrown away twenty years on it; or twenty-three years, I should say, since the paper is dated, you observe, three years ago." "But Mr. Minford says, in that document, that the machine moved twice.
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