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"That is not what I asked, Trewlove. I want to know when you first suspected or satisfied yourself that I was the author." "Oh, at once, sir! The style, if I may say so, was unmistakable: in-nimitable, sir, if I may take the libbaty." "Excuse me," I began; but he did not hear.
Once or twice he staggered me by answering some casual question in a tone which, to say the least of it, suggested an ungainly attempt at facetiousness. A look at his sepulchral face would reassure me, but did not clear up the mystery. Something was amiss with Trewlove. The horrid truth broke upon me one day as we discussed the conduct of one of my two housemaids. "Most unbecoming," said I.
But all the same it's Trewlove," I cried, radiant. "Eh?" this to Horrex, mumbling in the doorway "the cab outside? Step along, constable: I'll follow in a moment to identify your prisoner, not to bail him out." Then as he touched his hat and marched out after Horrex, "By George, though! Trewlove!" I muttered, meeting Clara's eye and laughing.
There arrived an evening when I found myself toying with the knives at dinner, and wondering where precisely lay the level of his fifth rib at the back of my chair. I dropped the weapon and pushed forward my glass to be refilled. "Trewlove," said I, "you shall pack for me to-morrow, and send off the servants on board wages. I need a holiday. I I trust this will not be inconvenient to you?"
"Addressed to 'Trewlove, 402, Cromwell Road." "William!" He summoned another footman forward. "This gentleman is inquiring for a telegram sent here this afternoon, addressed 'Trewlove'." "There was such a telegram," said William. "I heard Mr. Horrex a-discussing of it in the pantry.
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