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Mannering slowly subsided into his chair. His cheeks were blanched. Richard Fardell watched him with feverish anxiety. "It is a lie," Mannering declared. "There is no man living who can say this." "The man says," Fardell continued, stonily, "that his name is Parkins, and that he was butler to Mr. Stephen Phillimore eleven years ago." "Parkins is dead!" Mannering said, hoarsely.
'I disordered the clothes last night in unpacking, and they haven't made it since. Perhaps they came in to make it, and that boy saw them through the window; and then they were called away and locked the door after them. Yes, I think that must be it. 'Well, ring and ask, said the Colonel, and this appealed to Parkins as practical.
Open the door, Parkins! Is the carriage waiting?" "Yes, Milady! Shall " But she was past him and down the steps. "No. 18, Grosvenor Mansions," she cried to the man. "Drive fast." The man obeyed. The servants, who had come to the door, stood there a little frightened group. She ignored them and everything else completely.
But I must have a fairly large room, for I am taking some books down, and mean to do a bit of work; and though I don't quite fancy having an empty bed not to speak of two in what I may call for the time being my study, I suppose I can manage to rough it for the short time I shall be there. 'Do you call having an extra bed in your room roughing it, Parkins? said a bluff person opposite.
The youth hurried off with agitated thanks, and the Colonel and Parkins went round to the front of the Globe and reconnoitred. There was only one window answering to the description they had been hearing. 'Well, that's curious, said Parkins; 'it's evidently my window the lad was talking about. Will you come up for a moment, Colonel Wilson?
It isn't true, is it?" She was close to him now, her little head cocked on one side, her thin, silken draperies dripping about her slender figure. "Who told you?" "Parkins told Hortense." "Leaky Parkins?" laughed Jack, tossing his hat on the hall table. "But you are coming, aren't you, Jack? Please do!" "Not to-night; you don't need me, Corinne."
The second man in the chocolate livery with the potato-bug waistcoat had brought the Magnate's coat and hat, and Parkins stood with his hand on the door-knob. Then, to the consternation of both master and servant, the great man darted forward and seized Peter's hand. "Why, my dear Mr. Grayson! This is indeed a pleasure. I didn't see you were you inside?" "No I've been upstairs with young Mr.
Tallente showed no fear, but it was plain that he had nerved himself to face evil things. There was something almost ludicrous in this denouement to a situation which to both had seemed filled with almost dramatic possibilities. The door was opened by Parkins, the stout, discreet man servant, ushering in the unkempt, ill-tailored, ungainly figure of James Miller.
In fact they were sitting all over it in Italian suits and Viennese overcoats, striking German matches on the soles of Dutch boots. These were the "war zone" men and they had just got out "in the clothes they stood up in." Naturally they hated to change. So I knew all that this young man, Parkins, was going to say, and all about his adventures before he began.
By this time Parkins had turned and thrown his cards so that everybody knew or thought he knew where the ace was. Smith, the man with the white hat, now rose five dollars more and offered to bet fifteen. But Parkins was more indignant than ever. He told Smith to go away. He thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out a handful of twenty-dollar gold-pieces.
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