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The note hints that the old lady's generally excellent temper is a little ruffled, and requests all due indulgence for her, in consideration of her age and her habits. I will endeavour, in my relations with Mrs. Merridew, to emulate the moderation which Betteredge displays in his relations with me. He received us to-day, portentously arrayed in his best black suit, and his stiffest white cravat.
"Two, sir. A mastiff and a bloodhound." "They will do. In the present emergency, Mr. Betteredge, the mastiff and the bloodhound have one great merit they are not likely to be troubled with your scruples about the sanctity of human life." The strumming of the piano reached us from the drawing-room, as he fired that shot at me. He threw away his cheroot, and took Mr.
"As to the second corridor," he went on. But, as to Mr. I say, who is responsible for untidying the tidiness of Mr. Franklin's room, him or me?" Mr. Blake declared that he would assume the whole responsibility with the greatest pleasure. Betteredge obstinately declined to listen to any solution of the difficulty, without first referring it to my sanction and approval. I accepted Mr.
But that is hardly worth mentioning." "Pardon me. Anything is worth mentioning in such a case as this. Betteredge attributed your sleeplessness to something. To what?" "To my leaving off smoking." "Had you been an habitual smoker?" "Yes." "Did you leave off the habit suddenly?" "Yes." "Betteredge was perfectly right, Mr. Blake.
Question the third: Did the Colonel know the conspiracy followed the Diamond; and has he purposely left a legacy of trouble and danger to his sister, through the innocent medium of his sister's child? THAT is what I am driving at, Betteredge. Don't let me frighten you." It was all very well to say that, but he HAD frightened me.
I certainly could not have known what I was about when Betteredge joined me for I have it on his authority that I laughed, when he asked what was the matter, and putting the nightgown into his hands, told him to read the riddle for himself. Of what was said between us on the beach, I have not the faintest recollection.
I looked at the man with a curiosity which, I am ashamed to say, I found it quite impossible to control. His soft brown eyes looked back at me gently; and he met my involuntary rudeness in staring at him, with an apology which I was conscious that I had not deserved. "I beg your pardon," he said. "I had no idea that Mr. Betteredge was engaged."
I fully anticipated a demand for certain new concessions, following the precedent already established in the cases of the stuffed buzzard, and the Cupid's wing. To my great surprise, Betteredge laid his hand confidentially on my arm, and put this extraordinary question to me: "Mr. Jennings, do you happen to be acquainted with ROBINSON CRUSOE?"
"Go on, sir," he said, with sardonic gravity. "There's a deal of writing left in the point of this pencil yet." I told him that I had no more directions to give. "Sir," said Betteredge, "in that case, I have a point or two to put on my own behalf." He opened the pocket-book at a new page, and gave the inexhaustible pencil another preliminary lick.
Don't waste your money and your temper in the fine spring time of your life, sir by meddling with the Moonstone. Sergeant Cuff!" repeated Betteredge, shaking his forefinger at me sternly. "The greatest policeman in England!" "My mind is made up, my old friend. Even Sergeant Cuff doesn't daunt me. By-the-bye, I may want to speak to him, sooner or later. Have you heard anything of him lately?"
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