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Spike's tenancy of the chair had been made doubly secure by Winona on the step at his feet. Juliana embraced Winona and took one of Spike's knotted hands to press warmly between both her own. Then Winona had dragged her to privacy, and their talk had now come to a point. "It's that that parrot!" exploded Winona, desperately.
"It is a spot on the sun, as you say, but it's a spot made by a vessel and here is a boat pulling towards her, might and main; going from the light, as if carrying news." It was no longer possible for Spike's hopes to deceive him. There was a vessel, sure enough; though, when first seen, it was so directly in a line with the fiery orb of the setting sun, as to escape common observation.
Occasionally, after these encounters, Jimmy would come upon Sir Thomas Blunt's valet, the other man in whom Spike's trained eye had discerned the distinguishing trait of the detective. He was usually somewhere round the corner at these moments, and, when collided with, apologized with great politeness.
There was a momentary flash of red head, as of a passing meteor. The next moment, he had fallen on his back with a thud that shook the house. Even in the crisis, the thought flashed across Jimmy's mind that this was not Spike's lucky night. Upstairs, the efforts of the canine choir had begun to resemble the "A che la morte" duet in "Il Trovatore."
Even Spike himself seemed to be aware that there were points in his appearance which would have distressed the editor of a men's fashion paper. "'Scuse dese duds," he said. "Me man's bin an' mislaid de trunk wit' me best suit in. Dis is me number two." "Don't mention it, Spike," said Jimmy. "You look like a matinee idol. Have a drink?" Spike's eye gleamed as he reached for the decanter.
"Very well, boss." The dejection in his voice would have moved the sternest to pity. Gloom had enveloped Spike's spirit. The sunlight had gone out of his life. It had also gone out of the lives of a good many other people at the castle. This was mainly due to the growing shadow of the day of the theatricals.
Take you all round, and round it is, you 're a rum 'un, my lad the queerest little jigger that ever lay out on a royal-yard." Jack might have been a little offended at Spike's compliments, but he was certainly not sorry to find him so good-natured, after all that had passed.
"Well, Kid, I know Heine's all kinds of a liar, but he tells me he's loaned you one of his, an' so " Soapy's long arm shot out in the gloom and seizing Spike's right arm he drew it near. "Why, Kid," said he, "it kind o' looks like Heine told the truth for once by accident, don't it?" "You leggo my wrist!" "Right-o, Kid, right-o! Don't get peeved " "Well, leggo then!" "Sure!
Here Spike's voice broke altogether, whereupon Hermione, quite forgetting her own sorrows and worries, fell to soothing and comforting him as she had done many and many a time during his motherless childhood. "Say, Hermy," said he at last, his tear-stained cheek pillowed on her soft, round bosom, "you won't think me a an awful kid for for cryin', will you?"
"I know your name, all right," she declared. "You're that Mister Fresh we hear so much about giving introductions to parties you ain't met yourself." Wilbur Cowan blushed for Spike's faux pas, looking to see him slink off abashed, but there were things he had yet to learn about his friend. "Just for that," said Spike, "I'll take this dance with you."
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