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I shall 'ave to do something there, but wot, I don't know. "He climbed on board like a man with a load on his mind, and arter a look at the sky went below and forgot both 'is troubles in sleep. "Mrs. Plimmer came down to the wharf every time the ship was up, arter that. Sometimes she'd spend the evening aboard, and sometimes they'd go off and spend it somewhere else.
'I rely on you, Bill, and I'll never forget you. You won't lose by it, trust me. "He nipped off and tumbled aboard the ship afore I could say a word. I just stood there staring arter 'im and feeling the money, and afore I could make up my mind Mrs. Plimmer came up. "I thought I should never ha' got rid of 'er.
You see, if I married both of 'em it's sure to be found out sooner or later. "'You'll be found out as it is, I ses, 'if you ain't careful. I'm surprised at you. "'Yes, he ses, getting up and walking backwards and forwards; 'especially as Mrs. Plimmer is always talking about coming down to see the ship. One thing is, the crew won't give me away; they've been with me too long for that.
This irritated Constable Plimmer. You talk of a man 'going home with the milk' when you mean that he sneaks in in the small hours of the morning. If all milkmen were like Alf Brooks the phrase was meaningless. He brooded. The unfairness of Fate was souring him.
"'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.
'I rely on you, Bill, and I'll never forget you. You won't lose by it, trust me. "He nipped off and tumbled aboard the ship afore I could say a word. I just stood there staring arter 'im and feeling the money, and afore I could make up my mind Mrs. Plimmer came up. "I thought I should never ha' got rid of 'er.
She dropped it into the box thoughtfully, and thoughtfully returned to the flat. She looked over her shoulder, but Constable Plimmer was out of sight. Peaceful Battersea began to vex Constable Plimmer. To a man crossed in love, action is the one anodyne; and Battersea gave no scope for action. He dreamed now of the old Whitechapel days as a man dreams of the joys of his childhood.
Constable Plimmer was a man with a rigid sense of what was and what was not fitting behaviour in a policeman on duty: he aimed always at a machine-like impersonality. There were times when it came hard, but he did his best. He strode on, his chin up and his eyes averted. And beside him Well, she was not crying. That was something.
He had heard him. The way girls fell for anyone with the gift of the gab that was what embittered Constable Plimmer. 'He she giggled. 'He calls me Little Pansy-Face. 'If you'll excuse me, miss, said Constable Plimmer coldly, 'I'll have to be getting along on my beat. Little Pansy-Face! And you couldn't arrest him for it! What a world! Constable Plimmer paced upon his way, a blue-clad volcano.
"O' course, nothing would do but she must go back to the wharf and wait for Cap'n Tarbell, and all the way there I was wondering wot would 'appen if she went on board and found 'im there with Mrs. Plimmer.
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