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Don't you know you're due at the gravel pit in less than two hours? That fill-in commences to-day no matter what's happened." But Murphy was already far up the grade, brandishing his shillalah and shouting at the top of his voice: "'Uggins! 'Uggins! I'm coming." Inspector Barker drummed on his desk. "Bert, of the 3-bar-Y, has turned up, Priest tells me."
In about ten minutes' time, faithful to her word, Gertie 'Uggins brought me up an excellent cup of tea, and stimulated by this and the combined intelligence and amorousness of Mr. Wells's hero, I succeeded in passing two or three very agreeable hours. At seven o'clock I roused myself rather reluctantly, put on my boots again, and indulged in the luxury of a wash and a clean collar.
He evidently arrived just too late to prevent the order for your arrest." I nodded. "Sonia must have gone to the police last night," I said; and then in a few words I told him of the telegram I had received from Gertie 'Uggins, and how it had just enabled me to get away. "I don't know," I finished, "how much my double escape complicates matters.
"For heaven's sake, let the collar and tie go!" groaned Mahon. Murphy turned a disgusted face on the Policeman. "Niver go into a foight excited-like. It's dangerous. I wouldn't enjoy meself if it's too scrambly a show. 'Tain't ivery day a fellow has a chance out here to get into one. Anyway, 'Uggins has to get steam up. . . . Now I'm ready for anything from dam-sels to any other damn thing."
Promising myself that treat on the morrow, I stuck to my seat, and at ten minutes to five by the station clock we drew up outside Victoria. I got off and walked briskly along to Edith Terrace. Turning the corner of the street, I observed the figure of Miss Gertie 'Uggins leaning against the front railings, apparently engaged in conversation with an errand boy on the other side of the road.
Murphy openly scored anything "any damned bohunk ever scratched himself in," and, after days of quarreling with 'Uggins about a site, during which they struggled miserably along beneath separate ground-sheets, a common tent was decided upon far from the former selection of each and close to the new siding where "Mollie," the engine, slept at nights.
'Uggins was undecided whether to look for the spot and give Murphy a chance to forestall him, or to insult you by offering you something not reputed to be the best." She nibbled at the berries that, ever since the seed had been borne hither on the winds, had been reserved for birds and bears. But her husband was not at ease.
Mahon exploded, and threw the engineer through the cab door. Murphy slowly picked himself up. "I see two foights on afther this one," he declared joyously. "And I'll lick the bohunk that stops a one o' thim, I will." "Somebody st'ys with the engine, any'ow," muttered 'Uggins stubbornly. "'Ere, Murphy, we'll toss." "What good's that?" asked Mahon.
"I been impident to yer. But O, Sarah 'Uggins O, ma'am 'elp me see 'im an' get away, an' I'll bless yer name fur ever and ever! Amen." "Nip in front o' me," said the woman, "and be quick, then! First turnin' to the right down the stairs, an' don't clatter yer boots." Tilda obeyed breathlessly, and found herself in a dark stone stairway.
I rang the bell, and after a short wait the door was opened by a little maid about the size and age of Gertie 'Uggins, dressed in a cap and a print frock. "Is Miss Vivien in?" I asked boldly. She shook her head. "Miss Vivien's out. 'Ave you got an appointment?" "No," I said. "I only want to know where Mr. Morrison is, and when he's coming back.
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