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The flame was coming, however, from the house next but one Bijonah Tanner's place. A crowd was gathering in the yard that was overgrown with dusty wire-grass, and the squire was pushing his way through to take charge. Code knew that only two days before Captain Bijonah and his wife had sailed in the Rosan to St. John's for lumber, leaving Nellie alone in charge of the three small Tanners.
Why shouldn't she have been staying on Mr. Tanner's farm? There was no doubt some one else there whom the boy didn't see. Perhaps she had herself taken refuge there during the storm. But all the same Janet felt vaguely troubled.
No she had never heard Rachel mention the name. But it happened that Dempsey had given a precise date. It was in the "November before they Passed Conscription" in Canada, i.e. before he himself was called up that he saw Mrs. Delane, at night, in Dick Tanner's house.
The truth of this came home to Gerald more and more painfully. A boy with hair like a new front door mat came whistling up the stairs. He had a dark blue bag in his hands. "I'll give you a tanner for yourself if you'll get me a tanner's worth of buns," said Gerald, with that prompt decision common to all great commanders. "Show us yer tanners," the boy rejoined with at least equal promptness.
So Rachel had gone to him, as soon as she had driven her husband away, no doubt to complain of her ill-treatment, to air her woes. The fellow had philandered round her some time, and had shown an insolent and interfering temper once or twice towards himself. Yes! he could imagine it all! her flight, and Tanner's maudlin sympathy tears caresses the natural sequel.
"I scarcely ever," he said, with an unconscious and colossal arrogance, "hear of anything on the face of the earth that I do not understand at once, without going to see it." And he led the way out into the purple night. We four swung along the flaring Lambeth streets, across Westminster Bridge, and along the Embankment in the direction of that part of Fleet Street which contained Tanner's Court.
"I should be obliged for your card, sir," said the Major, in his abrupt but courteous voice. "Pay for chair." The agent of Romance and Adventure handed his card, laughing. It ran, "P. G. Northover, B.A., C.Q.T., Adventure and Romance Agency, 14 Tanner's Court, Fleet Street." "What on earth is 'C.QT.?" asked Rupert Grant, looking over the Major's shoulder. "Don't you know?" returned Northover.
You tell one on 'em that Billy the Tanner's on the rampage, and you'll see 'em 'op it. Cheero, guvnor and don't you get curious about Billy. It ain't 'ealthy." The swing-door was suddenly opened. A touslehaired urchin shoved his face in. "Billy the Tanner's coming!" he shouted. "Cave, all! He's been 'avin' a rare to-do in Smith's Court." Then a curious thing happened.
Basil, who walked behind, with his face turned blindly to the stars, had the look of a somnambulist. Rupert paused at the corner of Tanner's Court, with a quiver of delight at danger, and gripped Basil's revolver in his great-coat pocket. "Shall we go in now?" he asked. "Not get police?" asked Major Brown, glancing sharply up and down the street.
Finally, "Corporal" Tanner's extravagant management became so intolerable to the Secretary of the Interior that he confronted President Harrison with the choice of accepting his resignation or dismissing Tanner. Tanner therefore had to go, and with him his system of reratings.
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