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Then, instead of going upstairs, she passed into the yard and, stepping over the fence, opened Mr. Flynn's back door. "Halloa!" said that gentleman, who was standing in the scullery removing mud from his boots. "What's up?" In a frenzied gabble Mrs. Scutts told him. "You must be 'im," she said, clutching him by the coat and dragging him towards the door.
I don't want no 'ospitals," gasped Mr. Scutts, "I'm going to have my own doctor." "Of course the company will pay the doctor's bill," said one of the strangers to Mrs. Scutts or they'll send their own doctor. I expect he'll be all right to-morrow." "I 'ope so," said Mr. Scutts, "but I don't think it. Thank you for bringing of me 'ome."
Four pairs of hands deposited Mr. Scutts with mathematical precision in the centre of the bed and then proceeded to tuck him in, while Mrs. Scutts drew the sheet in a straight line under his chin. "Don't look much the matter with 'im," said one of the assistants. "You can't tell with a face like that," said the furniture-remover. "It's wot you might call a 'appy face.
Flynn returned to the charge next day, but got no satisfaction. Mr. Scutts preferred to talk instead of the free board and lodging his friend was getting. On the subject of such pay for such work he was almost eloquent. "I'll bide my time," said Mr. Flynn, darkly. "Treat me fair and I'll treat you fair." His imprisonment came to an end on the fourth day.
She was awakened from a doze by a knocking at the street-door. It was just eight o'clock, and, inwardly congratulating her husband on his return to common sense and home, she went down and opened it. Two tall men in silk hats entered the room. "Mrs. Scutts?" said one of them. Mrs. Scutts, in a dazed fashion, nodded. "We have come to see your husband," said the intruder. "I am a doctor."
"His pore back don't seem no better, sir," she said in a low voice. "Can't you do something for it?" "Let me have a look at it," said the doctor. "Undo your shirt." Mr. Flynn, with slow fingers, fumbled with the button at his neck and looked hard at Mrs. Scutts. "She can't bear to see me suffer," he said, in a feeble voice, as she left the room.
"We'll have to get you up to bed," said the latter, rising slowly and dusting himself. Mr. Scutts, who was lying full length on the floor, acquiesced, and sent his wife for some neighbours. One of them was a professional furniture- remover, and, half-way up the narrow stairs, the unfortunate had to remind him that he was dealing with a British working man, and not a piano.
The doctor and his companion exchanged glances. "I'm very busy just at present," he said, slowly. "We'll look in some time and take our chance of catching him awake." Mrs. Scutts bowed them out, and in some perplexity returned to Mr. Flynn. "I don't like the look of 'em," she said, shaking her head. "You'd better stay in bed till Bill comes 'ome in case they come back."
I misdoubt anythin' will come av permiscuous huntin' afther peacockses in a desolit lan'; an' I know that I will lie down an' die wid thirrrst. Me catch peacockses for you, ye lazy scutts an' be sacrificed by the peasanthry Ugh! He waved a huge paw and went away. At twilight, long before the appointed hour, he returned empty-handed, much begrimed with dirt.
A second visitor that day came after dinner a tall man in a frock-coat, bearing in his hand a silk hat, which, after a careful survey of the room, he hung on a knob of the bedpost. "Mr. Scutts?" he inquired, bowing. "That's me," said Mr. Scutts, in a feeble voice. "I've called from the railway company," said the stranger.
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