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Little good he did, you may say, seeing that my name is such in Falmouth that, only by entering my door, the Mayor just now did what all his cleverness could never have done stopped a riot by a silly brutal laugh the chief magistrate taking shelter with Moll Whiteaway! You can't get below that for fun, as the folk will take it; and yet I say your father did good, for he saved me from the worst.
And yet," mused the Captain, as he stepped into the passage, "you may have done him a better turn than ever you guessed; for, when the mob sees the humour of it, belike it'll be more for laughing than setting fire to his house." "But who is Moll Whiteaway?" I asked. He stared at me. "You mean to say you didn't know?" he asked slowly. "You didn't bring him here for a joke?" "A joke?" I echoed.
If we could discover another such pair among the mob, now!" "We are wasting time here for certain," said I. "And where, by the way, is Billy Priske?" "If you waste your time upstairs here, gentlemen," said Miss Whiteaway, "belike you may do better in the parlour, where I had prepared for some friends of mine with two-three chickens and a ham." "Ah, to be sure," said I; "the packet-men!"
"A man in my position, sir, should have the eye of an eagle; instead of which on all public occasions I have to rely on John Sprott. My good woman" he turned to Miss Whiteaway "would you mind taking a glance out of window and telling me what has become of John Sprott?"
"Well, I've been manager of a cocoanut plantation in Penang; I've helped lay tracks in Upper India; had a hand in some bridges; sold patent-medicines; worked in a ruby mine; been a haberdasher in the Whiteaway, Laidlaw shop in Bombay; cut wood in the teak forests; helped exterminate the plague at Chitor and Udaipur; and never saved a penny. I never had an adventure in all my life."
Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. Will you stand by and watch me?" The contents of the trunk only thickened the fog. Here again the clothes were minus the labels. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co., British merchants with branches all over the East. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked.
"He's down below under protection of the soldiers," announced Miss Whiteaway; "and no harm done but his hat lost and his gown split up the back." "I shall never have the same confidence in John Sprott. He takes altogether too sanguine a view of human nature. Why, only last November you remember the great gale of November the 1st, Sir John?
Sand. "There there now; he shall have his bottle, so he shall!" "A beautiful meeting. Abraham Lincoln White, the Savannah negro, you know, came as a believer for the first time, and so did Miss Rozario from Whiteaway and Laidlaw's. We had such a happy time." "What sort of collection?" Laura opened a knotted handkerchief and counted out some copper coins. "Only seven annas three pice!
He must read the whole proclamation, not forgetting 'God save the King." "If you can find the paper," said I, "there's a lump of mud on it, marking the place where he left off." The Captain grinned again. "I doubt he'll have to begin afresh after breaking off to drink brandy-and-water with Moll Whiteaway. For a chief magistrate that will need some explaining.
For answer he could only point to a small brass plate in the lower flap of the door; and, stooping, I read: Miss Whiteaway, Milliner, Modes and Robes. "Oh!" said I. "That accounts for the band-box of flowers." "Does it?" he asked. "She flung them out of window to the packet-men."
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