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That's to say " Mr. McEachern started. "A detective!" "A detective, sir," said Mr. Galer, with a chuckle. "I said to him at the time " "The valet!" cried Mr. McEachern. "That's it, sir. Sir Thomas Blunt's valet, he was. That's how he got into the house, sir." Mr. McEachern grunted despairingly. "The man was right. He is a detective. Sir Thomas brought him down from London.
Blunt's wounds were of a more severe character than those of the young infantryman, whom she was virtually forbidden to see. Miller's honest heart was filled full of perplexities and cares at this time, and the best of men are apt to be a trifle irritable under such conditions.
"Got it, hey?" he remarked, nodding with approval as Blunt's boat hauled the great anchor dripping between his boat and Rolfe's, where the mate's crew made it fast, swinging on both gunwales by a baulk of timber laid across, ready to be either let go again, or taken under the brigantine's bows and hove up with the windlass.
"Got them? Got what?" "Dese." He plunged his hand in his pocket, and drew forth a glittering mass. Jimmy's jaw dropped as he gazed at Lady Blunt's rope of pearls. "Two hundred t'ousand plunks," murmured Spike, gazing lovingly at them. "I says to myself, Mr. Chames ain't got no time to be getting' after dem himself. He's too busy dese days wit' jollyin' along the swells.
Jim's attitude gave him relief, but it made him feel regret. They had passed the limits of the village when his prisoner suddenly pointed with his bound hands at a pile of soil rising amidst the level of the prairie grass. "Peter Blunt's cutting," he said, with curious interest. "He's tracked the gold ledge from the head waters down to here." His tone was half musing.
The great pressure and near anxiety she had expected had not come, and something was being put by every week towards the bill for flour, and for Mr. Blunt's account, so that she began to hope that after all the Savings Bank would not have to be left quite bare.
You can pay him now the two hundred for the men and the boat, out of that, and give me the rest of the odd change later. We'll never lose sight of each other after we start. For the Hirondelle will not leave me in the lurch. I've sworn never to wear the widow's jewelry again." Jack Blunt's eyes were devilish in their glare.
Chames." "Good. Better give me that lamp." There was no one in the passage. He raced softly along it to Sir Thomas Blunt's dressing room. He lit his lamp, and found the box without difficulty. Dropping the necklace in, he closed down the lid. "They'll want a new lock, I'm afraid," he said. "However!" He rose to his feet. "Jimmy!" said a startled voice. He whipped round.
That was all she wanted peace now. What did it all matter? "Very well, father," she said, listlessly. McEachern stopped short. "You'll do it, dear?" he cried. "You will?" "Very well, father." He stooped and kissed her. "My own dear little girl," he said. She got up. "I'm rather tired, father," she said. "I think I'll go in." Two minutes later, Mr. McEachern was in Sir Thomas Blunt's study.
A faint breeze, which had according to Blunt's prophecy arisen with the night, brought up to him the voices of the boat's crew from the jetty below him. His friend Jack Mannix was coxswain of her. He would give Jack a drink. Leaving the gate, he advanced unsteadily to the edge of the embankment, and, putting his head over, called out to his friend.
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