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Updated: May 23, 2025
'If you stop kickin' me in the mouth perhaps I'd do better, said Pyecroft's voice meekly. We blew the horn. Pyecroft arose, put away the brushes, and received us not otherwise than as a king in his own country. 'Are you going to leave me up here all day? said the old man. Pyecroft lifted him down and he hobbled into the back room. 'It's his corns, Pyecroft explained.
He drew a letter from his pocket, firmly gripped its edges with both hands, and held it out to Mr. Brown. "Is this the one?" "Didn't I tell you not to be afraid; no one's going to steal it from you." He took the letter from Mr. Pyecroft's unwilling and untrustful hands and glanced it through. The next moment it was as though an arc light of excitement had been switched on within his ample person.
And her various misfortunes have made her extremely shy, so the less attention that is paid to her, the happier the poor creature is." Mary withdrew among the others. Slowly Mrs. De Peyster returned once more to life. She hardly knew how she had escaped, save that it had been through some miracle of that awful Mr. Pyecroft's amazing tongue.
It was a claret-coloured petrol car, and it stopped courteously, as good cars will at sight of trouble. "Water, only water," I answered in reply to offers of help. "There's a lodge at the end of these oak palings. They'll give you all you want. Say I sent you. Gregory Michael Gregory. Good-bye!" "Ought to 'ave been in the Service. Prob'ly is," was Pyecroft's comment.
De Peyster to know of our being here might cost my sister Matilda her position, which accounts for our attempt to get in unseen and to live here secretly. We had to protect Matilda against the facts leaking out." Mr. Mayfair stared searchingly at Mr. Pyecroft's face. It was confused, as was quite natural after the confession of a not very honorable, and certainly not very dignified, procedure.
Jack burst out in exasperation. "Not that I'd object ordinarily to your relatives being here, Matilda. But running this place just now as a hotel, who knows but it may let out the fact that we're here!" Mr. Pyecroft's eyebrows went up ever so little. "Ah, I understand. You wish your presence in the house to be a secret." "Of course! Hasn't Matilda told you?" "I only just arrived.
If you don't mind I'd like to hear a little more o' your Mr. Vickery. It's safe with me, you see." "Why did Vickery run," I began, but Pyecroft's smile made me turn my question to "Who was she?" "She kep' a little hotel at Hauraki near Auckland," said Pyecroft. "By Gawd!" roared Pritchard, slapping his hand on his leg. "Not Mrs. Bathurst!"
Jack," Matilda put in. "Jack De Peyster." "Ah, young Mr. De Peyster!" Mr. Pyecroft's eyebrows went up slightly and a shrewd light flashed into his rounded eyes and was at once gone, and again his face was blandly clerical. "It is, indeed, a pleasure to meet you, Mr. De Peyster. And, pray, who is this?" with a suave gesture toward Mary. "That, sir, is my wife!" Jack announced, stiff with anger.
I prodded him warningly from behind, and laid the other hand on Pyecroft's stiffening knee. "Also on information received drunk and disorderly in charge of a motor-car to the common danger two men like sailors in appearance," the man went on. "Like sailors! ... That's Agg's little roose. No wonder he smiled at us," said Pyecroft.
Pyecroft's usual perfect composure was gone. His face was gleamingly alert; sharp as a razor's edge. "God knows how they've done it," he snapped out. "But it means they've tracked me here!" "As as Thomas Preston?" "As Thomas Preston." "And if they take you they they may find me, and " "Nothing more likely," grimly responded Mr. Pyecroft. "Then escape!" Mrs. De Peyster cried with frantic energy.
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