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The Doctor had just finished tending his men with the help of Mrs Morley, for Joe Smithers's wife had broken down from being brought face to face with her well-scolded husband, who was carried in by two comrades and laid at her feet. "Oh Joe," she cried, "how could you?" "I didn't, missus.
He tried to settle it in that way and trudged gayly off, hoping Sancho wouldn't feel hurt at being left, wondering if any of "Smithers's lot" would be round, and planning to do the honors handsomely to the boys. It was very warm; and just outside of the town they paused by a wayside watering-trough to wash their dusty faces, and cool off before plunging into the excitements of the afternoon.
He wrote me this morning that he had succeeded in getting Mr. T 's promise to spend the evening with him, and advised me that if I desired to be present as well, his own servant would not be at home, and that an opener of bottles would be required. As I was very anxious to see Mr. T with my own eyes, I accepted this invitation to play the spy, and went at the proper hour to Mr. Smithers's rooms.
Willie was sliding down the railing part of the time, and at frequent intervals coasting downstairs on Mrs. Smithers's tea tray, vocally expressing his pleasure with each trip. The twins, seated in front of the library door, were pounding furiously on a milk-pan, which had not been empty when they dragged it into the hall, but was now. Mrs.
Smithers's heart warmed a little at the thought of speedy respite from his midnight toil, and with hastening step he approached Chambers Street, and came within range of his relief post. He paused a moment upon the corner, and gazed around. It is the peculiar instinct of a policeman to become suspicious at every corner. Nothing stirring. Silence everywhere. He listens acutely. No sound.
Smithers's tone was so confident that for the moment Dorothy was startled, remembering yesterday's vague allusion to "sheeted spectres of the dead." "What do you mean?" she demanded. "Miss Carr," returned Mrs. Smithers, with due dignity, "ever since I come 'ere, I've been invited to shut my 'ead whenever I opened it about that there cat or your uncle or anythink, as you well knows.
"Yes; and if you come when the sun shines, with a net, you can catch lots." "Yes; and I come at night. I put sugar on the trees. The foolish moths fly round to eat; and then I open this little lanterrne, which is not burning now, and then I see to catch the beautiful moths." As Smithers's visitor spoke, he tapped the dimly seen tin case slung under his right arm.
Pegg gave him a peculiar look as he hurriedly transferred two great portions of the regimental bread to his own haversack. "Thank you, comrade. I say got any 'bacco?" "Yes; but I want that." "Never mind. Give it to me, Joe. I'll pay you with twice as much to-morrow." Without hesitation Mrs Private Smithers's husband handed over a roll of about two ounces of tobacco. "Thank you," said Pegg.
"This fellow does not know the turns," he thinks, "or he would have taken Cushman Avenue, and then I should have lost him." This is in his favor. On the other hand, Mr. Smithers's action is impeded by his heavy overcoat and rubber boots, and he knows that the pursued is unincumbered in all his movements.
Smithers's conduct in the Brough transaction. Smithers had also endeavoured to pay his court to me, once when I went down to Somersetshire; but I cut his pretensions short, as I have shown. "He it was," said Mr. Wapshot, "who induced Mrs. But directly he found that Mrs. Hoggarty had fallen into the hands of Mr.
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