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Crosby Downs, whose waistband had again reached its fullest tension, sought the tall grasses of the smoking-room and refused to be dislodged. Without the shadows of her hat and veil Mrs. Renshaw showed her age to a day, and that didn't improve her temper. Beatrice Coddington had an attack of the megrims and remained in her room.
Confused and embarrassed, Renshaw remained standing at the door that had closed upon Rosey as her father entered the cabin. Providence, which always fostered Mr. Nott's characteristic misconceptions, left that perspicacious parent but one interpretation of the situation. Rosey had evidently just informed Mr. Renshaw that she loved another!
Renshaw had bowed before the sentence, howbeit gloomily, and now, on the morning of Betty's departure from Mrs. Oakley's house with the letter of introduction, was giving his final instructions to his temporary successor. This temporary successor in the editorship was none other than John's friend, Rupert Smith, late of the News.
"Well, we won't argue about how many of them there are," I said. "Suppose someone killed the lot, should we hear less of Renshaw?" "Never," he replied emphatically. "Renshaw will always be a name wherever tennis is spoken of." I dread to think what the result might have been had his answer been other than it was.
Nevertheless, his eyes wandered to the hatch on which he was seated. "Did you find anything disturbed THERE?" said Renshaw, following the direction of his eye. "Was that hatch fastened as it is now?" "It was," said Nott, calmly. "But ye wouldn't mind fetchin' me a hammer and some o' them big nails from the locker, would yer, while I hang round here just so ez to make sure against another attack."
"I'm going down from this 'holy spot," said Renshaw, and suited the action to the word. "Me too, Yankee," said Dicky, and they came halfway down the tower. From this point they watched the burial, still well above the heads of the vast crowd, through which the sweetmeat and sherbet sellers ran, calling their wares and jangling their brass cups. "What is his name?" said Renshaw. "Abdalla."
She was firmer now, and quite resolved. "Shall we go in at once and set to work?" she said. "I want to read that bit of Tasso over again before Miss Renshaw comes." "No, no," said Cassandra. "You are always in such a fidget to learn, Ruth. Come into the garden; I want to talk to you." Ruth looked full round at her companion. She saw something in Cassandra's eye which made her slightly shiver.
Dropping the trigger into his own pocket, Tom tossed the weapon back. "Catch it, Hawkins," he called. "You may want this to frighten some children with over in Blixton. Now, Mr. Renshaw, I believe you know what you're to do." "Yes, sir," nodded the superintendent, from the doorway, and vanished.
"And you let him carry his information to Sleight without a word!" said Renshaw, with a sickening sense of Nott's utter fatuity. "I sent him back with a message to the man he kem from," said Nott, winking both his eyes at Renshaw, significantly, and making signs behind his daughter's back.
Speak out if you've got anything to say. You kin trust this yer Mr. Renshaw. He ain't the kind of man to creep into the bosom of a man's ship for pupposes of his own. He ain't a man that would hunt round until he discovered a poor man's treasure, and then try to rob " "Stop!" said Renshaw, with a set face and darkening eyes. "WHAT treasure? WHAT man are you speaking of?" "Why Rosey and Mr.
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