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" Traceable to drink," interpolated Miss Belcher, with a nod towards Plinny. "No, sir; you need not look at Harry: he has told us nothing. I formed my own conclusions." "Mrs. Stimcoe, ma'am for I should tell you she keeps the purse is too often unable to make two ends meet, as the saying is. I believe she paid when she could, but somehow my salary has always been in arrear.
Stimcoe is sick, and I am up here nursing him. There is no one to open, but you can give me a message." "I just came up to make sure you were all right." "If you mean Stim Mr. Stimcoe, he's better, though the doctor says he won't be able to leave his bed for days. How did you come to hear about it?" "I've heard nothing about Mr. Stimcoe," answered Captain Branscome, after a hesitating pause.
His Worship can little have guessed what his invitation meant to me, or that, while others thanked him for a compliment, to me it offered a satisfying meal such as I had not eaten for months. Mr. Stimcoe had given the school a holiday. In short, I attended.
His hand went down and tapped his pocket slily, and with that he turned and shuffled away down the street. I stared after him into the foggy darkness, listening to the tap of his stick upon the cobbles. Events soon to be narrated made my sojourn in tutelage of Mr. Stimcoe a brief one, and I will pass it lightly over.
Mrs. Stimcoe had stepped into the office to book my place, and while I waited for her, watching the preparations for departure, my curiosity led me forward to take a look at the horses. There, under the lamp, the coachman caught sight of me. "Whe-ew!" I heard him whistle. "Here's the boy himself!
Crazed he might be, as his questions were disconnected and now and again bewildering, as when he asked if my father had travelled much abroad, and again it I really preferred to remain idle at home instead of returning to finish my education with Mr. Stimcoe; but his manner of asking compelled an answer.
He paused; looked up at Miss Belcher, who had squared her elbows on the table in very unladylike fashion; and cleared his throat before proceeding "You will excuse me for mentioning this, but it is an essential part of my story." "The Stimcoes," suggested Miss Belcher, "didn't pay up eh?" "Mr. Stimcoe though a scholar, ma'am has suffered from time to time from pecuniary embarrassment."
Mawes packet reaching across towards Falmouth merrily, quite as if nothing had happened. Yet something I told myself must have happened. The Copenhagen Academy enjoyed a holiday that day, for Captain Branscome failed to present himself, and Mr. Stimcoe lay under the influence of sedatives.
At the shut of dusk, as we kicked the football in triumph about our own back yard, Mrs. Stimcoe sought me out with a letter to be conveyed to Captain Branscome. I took it and ran. The lamplighter, going his rounds, met me at the corner of Killigrew Street and directed me to the alley in which the captain's lodgings lay.
The careful mending of my linen, too for Mrs. Stimcoe with all her faults was a needlewoman helped to disarm suspicion. When we talked of my studies I sang the praises of Captain Branscome, and told of his past heroism and his sword of honour. "Branscome? Branscome, of the Londonderry?" said my father. "Ay, to be sure, I remember Branscome a Godfearing fellow and a good seaman.
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