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"'I'm glad o' that, for your sake, my man, ses the cap'n, looking at me very hard. 'I 'ope you will be able to explain 'ow it was you came to leave the wharf for three hours. "I saw it all then. If I split about Mrs. Plimmer, he'd split to the guv'nor about my leaving my dooty, and I should get the sack.
She did not look the sort of woman who would be reticent about a thing like that. Well, anyway, it was something; and Edward Plimmer had been long enough in Battersea to be thankful for small favours. An intoxicated husband would be better than nothing. At least he would be something that a fellow could get his hands on to and throw about a bit.
Their eyes met for the first time that afternoon, and it seemed to Constable Plimmer that whatever it was that was interfering with the inside of his throat had grown larger, and more unmanageable. There was the misery of the stricken animal in her gaze. He had seen women look like that in Whitechapel. The woman to whom, indirectly, he owed his broken nose had looked like that.
"It's no use bothering about any of these," said Pargeter, crossly, "they can't tell us anything. Why anyone should trouble to keep old letters is quite beyond me!" "That little knob that you see there, sir," said Plimmer, in her diffident, well-trained voice, "is the head of a brass pin; if you draw it out, sir, it releases the side drawer.
"'And suppose she sees you and Mrs. Plimmer passing the window? I ses. "'That'll be all right; I'm going to take 'er to the stairs in the ship's boat, he ses. 'It's more romantic. "He gave me a little punch in the ribs, playfullike, and, arter telling me I was worth my weight in gold-dust, went back to the cabin agin.
Nature had never intended Constable Plimmer to be playful. He was at his worst when he rollicked. He snatched at the letter with what was meant to be a debonair gaiety, and only succeeded in looking like an angry gorilla. The girl uttered a startled squeak. The letter was addressed to Mr A. Brooks. Playfulness, after this, was at a discount.
Her brother and that cousin of hers are sure to want to go. They can take Plimmer. The truth is well, old man, I don't feel up to it! I've always had an awful horror of death. Peggy knew that well enough " the colour faded from his face; he looked at the other with a nervous, dejected expression. "Tom," said Vanderlyn, slowly, "why shouldn't I go to Orange with Madame de Léra?
It was Tom Pargeter, clad in a bright yellow dressing-gown, and holding a fork in his left hand. "I say, Peggy, look sharp, there's no time to be lost! I told Plimmer to pack some of your things not that there's any reason why you should come if you don't want to for there's nothing much the matter with the boy, and he'll probably get well all the quicker if you "
He spoke gruffly. He found speech difficult. The girl started. 'What say? 'Hop it. Get along. Run away. 'What do you mean? Constable Plimmer scowled. His face was scarlet. His jaw protruded like a granite break-water. 'Go on, he growled. 'Hop it. Tell him it was all a joke. I'll explain at the station. Understanding seemed to come to her slowly. 'Do you mean I'm to go? 'Yes.
'She's a fearful obstinate woman; and she'd wait a week for me. "He kept peeping up the road while we talked it over, and then we both see Mrs. Plimmer coming along. He backed on to the wharf and pulled out 'is purse. "'Bill, he ses, gabbling as fast as 'e could gabble, 'here's five or six shillings.
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