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Updated: June 13, 2025
His faithful solicitor, John Wiggins, of Liverpool, would not believe that the gray-haired and venerable man who came to him was the man whom he professed to be, until Dalton and Reginald had proved it by showing the letters, and by other things. By John Wiggins's suggestion Dalton assumed the name of Wiggins, and gave himself out to be a brother of the Liverpool solicitor.
The one visible clerk was busy waitin' on lady customers, one with a shawl over her head and the other luggin' a baby on her hip. So Aunty raps impatient on the counter. At that out from behind a stack of Wiggins's breakfast food boxes appears a middle-aged gent strugglin' into a blue jumper three sizes too small for him.
Her anger gave way once more to entreaty. "Oh!" she said, "can nothing persuade you that we are your friends? Trust us oh, trust us! You will soon learn how we love you. He only thinks of you. You are the final aim of all his plans." Edith gave a light laugh. That she was the final aim of Wiggins's plans she did not doubt. She saw now that plan clearly, as she thought.
The atmosphere was not cleared by Aggie's taking the Cluny-lace centerpiece to the cemetery and placing it, with my sheaf, on Mr. Wiggins's grave. As we got into Tish's machine to go back, Aggie was undeniably peevish. She caught cold, too, and was sneezing as she always does when she is irritated or excited.
Wiggins's asperities, said the train was on time and the mail would be there in a few minutes. "Tave's gone down to meet Mis' Champney," he added turning to Champney. "She's been in Hallsport for two days. I presume you ain't seen her." "Not yet. If you can give me my mail first I can drive up to Champ-au-Haut with her to-night. There's the mail-wagon."
When Shorty got his breath he sputtered: "Great Jehosephat, you didn't let me git more'n a spoonful. But where are the boys?" "Old Jeff Billings's got 'em down at Zeke Wiggins's hash-foundry feedin' 'em, so's he kin toll 'em off into another rijimint." "Old Billings agin," shouted Shorty in a rage. "Where's the place? Show it to me. But wait a minute till I run back and git my pardner."
"Well, you go and tell her that I am here." "Sorry to refuse, mum; but it's agin orders. No callers allowed, mum." "But Miss Dalton can come as far as the gates." The man looked puzzled, and then muttered, "Mr. Wiggins's orders, mum, is to have no communication." "Ah!" said Miss Plympton; "so she is shut up here." "Beggin' your pardon, mum, she beant shut up at all nowheres: she goes about."
Hutchins found a log and, standing on it, tried to pull her up; but she seemed firmly fastened. Aggie went quite white; and, almost beside myself, I poured her a cup of hot tea, which she drank. I remember she murmured Mr. Wiggins's name, and immediately after she yelled that the bear was coming. It was, however, the detective who emerged from the bushes.
Mowbray's unwillingness to help her, and hesitation, had once before roused Edith's indignation; but now she believed him to be in Wiggins's employ, and therefore felt calm, and talked with him chiefly for the sake of seeing what she could get out of him, either in the way of explanation or concession.
The library did not get the money after all. Tish sent it, as a wedding present, to Bettina. Aggie has always been in the habit of observing the anniversary of Mr. Wiggins's death. Aggie has the anniversary habit, anyhow, and her life is a succession: of small feast-days, on which she wears mental crape or wedding garments depending on the occasion.
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