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The Pettifers lived in a big house of the Georgian period at the bottom of an irregular square in the middle of the little town. Mrs. Pettifer was sitting in a room facing the garden at the back with the pamphlet on a little table beside her. She sprang up as Dick was shown into the room, and before he could utter a word of greeting she cried: "Dick, you are the one person I wanted to see." "Oh?"
When she carried up the tea, Janet was lying quite still; the spasmodic agitation had ceased, and she seemed lost in thought; her eyes were fixed vacantly on the rushlight shade, and all the lines of sorrow were deepened in her face. 'Now, my dear, said Mrs. Pettifer, 'let me persuade you to drink a cup of tea; you'll find it warm you and soothe you very much.
"I didn't say that"; and Thresk himself appeared in the doorway and went across to the writing-table upon which Hazlewood had just laid a drawer in which miniatures were ranged. "I haven't met you," said Pettifer, "since you led for us in the great Birmingham will-suit." "No," answered Thresk as he took his seat at the table. "It wasn't quite such a tough fight as I expected.
The glimmer of a rushlight from a room where a friend was lying, was like a ray of mercy to Janet, after that long, long time of darkness and loneliness; it would not be so dreadful to awake Mrs. Pettifer as she had thought. Yet she lingered some minutes at the door before she gathered courage to knock; she felt as if the sound must betray her to others besides Mrs.
He leaned back, with a smile in his eyes, watching Henry Thresk. Robert Pettifer watched too. "The family?" Thresk asked. "Is Mrs. Ballantyne a relation then?" "She is going to be," said Dick. "Yes," Mr. Hazlewood explained, still beaming and still watchful. "Richard and Stella are going to be married." A pause followed which was just perceptible before Thresk spoke again.
After that he roamed again, and again said, "This desk, belonging to this house of Dringworth Brothers, America Square, London City " Mr. Pettifer, still strangely moved, and now more moved than before, cut the captain off as he backed across the room, and bespake him thus: "Captain Jorgan, I have been wishful to engage your attention, but I couldn't do it.
Ballantyne's writing-table," Thresk interposed. "Loaded it, " "The cartridges were lying open in a drawer." "And shot Ballantyne on his return." "Yes," Thresk agreed. "In addition you must remember that when Captain Ballantyne was found an hour or so later Mrs. Ballantyne was in bed and asleep." "Quite so," said Pettifer. "In brief, Mr.
"Dear me, no," interposed Harold Hazlewood. "But I say yes," Pettifer continued imperturbably. "Conventional man awakes in him and cries loudly against the marriage. Then there's myself. I am fond of Dick. I have no child. He will be my heir and I am not poor. He is doing well in his profession. To be an Instructor of the Staff Corps at his age means hard work, keenness, ability.
I have begun to keep a record of our discoveries, and some day when I return to town I hope to read a paper on the subject before the most potent, grave, and learned Fellows of the Royal Astronomical Society I rather think I shall surprise them I do not say startle it is impossible to startle the Fellows of the Royal Astronomical Society or even to astonish them you might as well hope to tickle the Sphinx but I fancy it will stir them up a little, especially my friend Professor Sylvanus Pettifer Possil.
He remained at all events consistent to his principles. There was his pamphlet to be sure, The Prison Walls must Cast no Shadow that gave him an uncomfortable twinge. But he reassured himself. "There I argue that, once the offence has been expiated, all the privileges should be restored. But if Pettifer is right there has been no expiation." That saving clause let him out.
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