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At last, she arranged for Mrs Trivett to look after her pet till such time as she could be sent for. Mavis had offered the farmer's wife a shilling or two a week for Jill's keep, but her kind friend would not hear of any such arrangement being made. Then had followed Mavis' goodbye to her dog, a parting which had greatly distressed her.
"Look out! They're going to shoot!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my gunpowder! can't you stop them some way or other, Mr. Detective?" "The only way is by firing first," answered Mr. Trivett, "and I don't want to hurt them. Guess I'll fire in the air again." He did, and the guards halted.
She learned how Mr and Mrs Trivett had given up Pennington Farm and were now living in Melkbridge, where Miss Toombs had heard that they had a hard struggle to get along. Miss Toombs mentioned several other names well known to Mavis; but she did not speak of Charlie Perigal. It was a long time before Mavis slept that night.
"What's the matter, ma'am?" asked Mrs Trivett anxiously. "I can't give the guarantee," gasped Mavis. Mr Hutton rose and buttoned his coat. "What about Germany?" put in Mrs Trivett. "I'd forgotten that," said Mavis. "I'll write a telegram at once." Mr Hutton unbuttoned his coat. "Here's ink and paper, ma'am." Mavis took up the pen, at which Mr Hutton sat down.
Rupert, who, though an amiable and delightful companion, had always been one of Nature's fat-heads, could not see it. We had to go back to our principals and announce that we had been unable to agree. "This is ridiculous," said Ralph Bingham. "We ought to have had a third judge." At this moment, who should come out of the hotel but Amanda Trivett! A veritable goddess from the machine.
"But, whatever you do, don't let her think I suggested it to you." "'Poulter's' can be the soul of tact and discretion," he informed her. After more conversation on the subject, Mavis was about to take her leave when the postman brought a parcel addressed to her at the academy, from her old Pennington friend, Mrs Trivett. It contained eggs, butter, and cream, together with a letter.
When the latter were fast asleep I heard some one come into the berth and stop near my bunk. "Who's that?" I asked. "Glad to see you can speak again, my lad," said the person whom by his voice I knew to be Tom Trivett. "Do you feel better?" "Yes, thank you," I answered. "You've saved my life, and I'm very grateful to you."
She was blind, deaf, indifferent to anything, other than her approaching meeting with her lover, which she was sure could not long be delayed now she had come to live so near his home. She was to lodge with her old friend Mrs Trivett, who had moved into a cottage on the Broughton Road.
A look of saturnine determination came into Ralph's face. "He is. He thinks he isn't, but he is." I failed to understand him, and said so. He looked cautiously about the room, as if to reassure himself that he could not be overheard. "I suppose you've noticed," he said, "the disgusting way that man Jukes has been hanging round Miss Trivett, boring her to death?"
Trivett replied that they were entirely ignorant as to how I had come into the ship, but that hearing peculiar noises, they lifted the hatch, and that he had gone down and discovered me. "We shall hear by-and-by what he has to say for himself. In the meantime, Trivett, take care of him, and I'll let the captain know he's been found.
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