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"Sit down," said Christopher a trifle irritably, "and pay attention to what I am about to say. Dr. Handyside," he proceeded, "cannot help me, and you can. In the first place, you have already given me your word to remain in my service for a year and a day after I am gone from here in other words, until the clock stops." "Yes, sir," said Caw in a low voice.
The feud continues. You heard about those ivory skulls yesterday?" "Yes, sir. They reminded me of the tales of my youth." "Well, I got mine last night. Here it is!" "Gee whiz!" Handyside took the small object which Theydon produced from a waistcoat pocket. He examined it with minute care.
My uncle Handyside, however, always maintained that his neighbour was the most honourable man in business that he knew, and far from being an atheist or even a deist, he had family prayers, and on the occasion of a death in the family, the funeral service was most impressive. He was one of the salt of the earth, and the atmosphere was clearer around him for his presence.
"And, like most Americans, I'm right nearly all the time," said Handyside dryly. "Surely one can hardly discuss such a matter." "Why not? If a proposition sounds hard, chew on it, and may be you'll get your teeth into it somehow." Theydon nearly allowed himself to become angry.
"You've been a good friend, Handyside, though we met for the first time only five years ago. Yes; I'll see Carslaw to please you. Now there are several things I want to say to you " "They must keep," Handyside said firmly. "You are going to bed now." "But I've asked you to fetch Marjorie " "That pleasure for her must keep also." "Bed?" muttered Christopher.
We're in the Park already, and our driver has a clear run to Victoria. Now, listen!" Mr. Handyside did listen, and pricked his ears at the mention of Scotland Yard. "Gosh!" he exclaimed, "this is better'n a life-line movie! For the love of Millie, let me in by the early door! Now, how's this for a proposition?
Dusk was falling on the loch. The figures of Lancaster and Handyside walking in front were becoming invisible. "But why," asked Doris, "are you going back to London? I thought you had decided to spend the winter at Grey House and help Alan with his book about the Eskimos." "I'm afraid it's a blue lookout for the Eskimos. You see, Alan hopes Marjorie will agree to marry him in January.
A quiet, drawling voice reached them, the vibrating wire lending its measured accents a metallic accuracy. "That you, Mr. Theydon?" "Why, it's Mr. Handyside! Yes, I'm here. Where are you speaking from? Croydon?" "That's so." "Well, I don't understand, but I'm sure you'll pardon me. We are in a deuce of a fix at this end, so, if you'll arrange to call tomorrow " "You've lost Mrs. Forbes, I guess.
Thus far Alan could congratulate himself on the success of his little house-party. Doris seemed to have found the friend he had hoped for her in Marjorie Handyside. As for Mrs. Lancaster, she had been a cheering surprise in her graciousness to every one and her open appreciations of her surroundings, while she had quite captivated the doctor.
You send those telegrams, and I'll fix the cab an' buy the transportation to Eastbourne for the pair of us. I'm not heeled, but I may be useful, an' I'll jab any fellow in the solar plexus at call." Theydon gazed at this self-avowed knight-errant in surprise. Handyside was a man of forty, whose dark hair was flecked with gray.
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