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"Perhaps Danny Sweetsir, there, can tell you Captain Daniel Sweetsir." The public works man copied the mayor's sarcasm by dwelling on the title he applied to Sweetsir. The mayor took a look, too. A young man in overalls and jumper had hurried into the office from the private passage; he was trotting toward a closet in one corner.
Felix Sweetsir wrote, "With pleasure, dear Alfred, if my health permits me to leave the house." Lady Lydiard, invited at Miss Pink's special request, sent no reply. The one encouraging circumstance was the silence of Lady Rotherfield. So long as her son received no intimation to the contrary, it was a sign that Lord Rotherfield permitted his wife to sanction the marriage by her presence.
"What do you want?" asked her Ladyship, not in the least softened by the compliment. "I want to pay my respects to my dear aunt," Felix answered, perfectly impenetrable to his ungracious reception, and perfectly comfortable in a spacious arm-chair. No pen-and-ink portrait need surely be drawn of Felix Sweetsir he is too well-known a picture in society.
Those soldiers won't even admit the telephone crew to restore connection with the Executive Chamber." "My father is there! He's there with the Governor." "Well, I should say for a guess that the Senator is in the safest place in the city, judging from the way Danny Sweetsir and his warriors are on their jobs at those doors."
And the Morrison himself had come from the mill that day ten minutes ahead of the hour! "So, on with you, lad, and do your duty!" Stewart forwarded Sweetsir with a commendatory clap of the palm on the barred shoulder. Calvin Dow was lingering. "We mustn't let the youngsters shame us, Calvin," Morrison murmured in the old man's ear.
Therefore, when General Totten complimented him at eleven o'clock, Captain Sweetsir had no trouble at all in disguising his gratification and in assuming the approved, sour demeanor of military gravity. Even then his ears, sharpened by his indignation, caught the clicking of dice on tiles.
"Do you know of any persons who had access to the room while Lady Lydiard was absent from it?" "Two visitors called, sir." "Who were they?" "Her Ladyship's nephew, Mr. Felix Sweetsir, and the Honorable Alfred Hardyman." Mr. Troy shook his head irritably. "I am not speaking of gentlemen of high position and repute," he said. "It's absurd even to mention Mr. Sweetsir and Mr. Hardyman.
But the policemen marched straight into the State House, preserving their solid formation. The bugle sounded again within. With a promptness that indicated a good understanding of the procedure to be followed, the St. Ronan's Rifles came marching out. Captain Sweetsir saluted smartly as he passed the place where the mayor of Marion was perched. "How about three cheers for the boys?"
In the interims, between the tours of General Totten, Captain Danny Sweetsir did his best to keep his company up to duty pitch. But he was obliged to admit to himself that the boys were not taking the thing as seriously as soldiers should. Squads were scattered all over the lower part of the great building, guarding the various entrances.
"We all seem to have our jobs cut out for us and I can't tend to mine in an understanding way till you have attended to yours." The veteran saluted as smartly as had the soldier and trudged away on the heels of Sweetsir. "Ain't there any way of your making that infernal old tin soldier up at the State House lay his paws off our paving crew?" asked the superintendent.
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