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Outwood, and ask him to be good enough to come here for a moment." "Be quick, Smith," he said, as the latter stood looking at him without making any movement in the direction of the door. "Quick, sir?" said Psmith meditatively, as if he had been asked a conundrum. "Go and find Mr. Outwood at once." Psmith still made no move. "Do you intend to disobey me, Smith?" Mr. Downing's voice was steely.
Outwood off his feet, and thrust an arm up into the unknown. An avalanche of soot fell upon his hand and wrist, but he ignored it, for at the same instant his fingers had closed upon what he was seeking. "Ah," he said. "I thought as much. You were not quite clever enough, after all, Smith." "No, sir," said Psmith patiently. "We all make mistakes."
We are companions in misfortune. Lost lambs. Sheep that have gone astray. Divided, we fall, together we may worry through. Have you seen Professor Radium yet? I should say Mr. Outwood. What do you think of him?" "He doesn't seem a bad sort of chap. Bit off his nut. Jawed about apses and things." "And thereby," said Psmith, "hangs a tale.
It is that shoe which I believe Smith to be concealing in this cupboard. Now, do you understand?" Mr. Outwood looked amazedly at Psmith, and Psmith shook his head sorrowfully at Mr. Outwood. Psmith's expression said, as plainly as if he had spoken the words, "We must humor him."
His nature expands before one like some beautiful flower." Mr. Outwood received this eulogy with rather a startled expression, and gazed at the object of the tribute in a surprised way. "Er quite so, Smith, quite so," he said at last. "I like to see boys in my house friendly toward one another." "There is no vice in Spiller," pursued Psmith earnestly. "His heart is the heart of a little child."
'Yes, what about him? said Mike. 'You'll have a pretty tough job turning him into a friendly native, I should think. How do you mean to start? Psmith regarded him with a benevolent eye. 'There is but one way, he said. 'Do you remember the case of Comrade Outwood, at Sedleigh? How did we corral him, and become to him practically as long-lost sons?
Outwood, in order to obtain his sanction for the house-breaking work which he proposed to carry through, Smith would be alone in the room. And he knew that, if Smith were left alone in the room, he would instantly remove the boot to some other hiding-place. He thoroughly disbelieved the story of the lost key. He was perfectly convinced that the missing boot was in the cupboard.
Close the door gently after you, and if you see anybody downstairs who looks as if he were likely to be going over to the shop, ask him to get me a small pot of some rare old jam and tell the man to chalk it up to me. The jam Comrade Outwood supplies to us at tea is all right as a practical joke or as a food for those anxious to commit suicide, but useless to anybody who values life."
But what of Spiller, the Man of Action? How do you intend to set about it? Force is useless. I was saying to Comrade Jackson before you came in, that I didn't mind betting you were an insignificant-looking little weed. And you are an insignificant-looking little weed." "We'll see what Outwood says about it." "Not an unsound scheme. By no means a scaly project.
Barnes, the head of Outwood's, he who preferred not to interfere with Stone and Robinson, was a mild, rather timid-looking youth not unlike what Mr. Outwood must have been as a boy but he knew how to keep balls out of his wicket. He was a good bat of the old plodding type.
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