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He encountered Mrs Millett in the hall, and a thrill ran through him as she exclaimed "Ah, there you are, Master Dexter, I just want a few words with you." "Found out!" thought the guilty conscience, which needs no accuser.
Mrs Millett had been disposed to look at Dexter from the point of view suggested by Maria, who had been making unpleasant allusions to the boy's birth and parentage, and above all to "Master's strange goings on," ever since Dexter's coming.
Two days later Dan'l was called away to visit a sick relative, and Peter's face was red with pleasure as he brought the invalid chair up to the door after lunch, and helped deposit the convalescent in his place, Helen and the doctor superintending, and Mrs Millett giving additional orders, as Maria formed herself into a flesh and blood crutch.
"When is he to go, papa?" "Directly." "Directly?" "Well, in a day or two." Helen was silent for a moment or two, and then she moved toward the door. "Where are you going!" said the doctor sharply. "To make preparations, and warn Mrs Millett. He must have a good box of clothes and linen." "To be sure, of course," said the doctor. "Get whatever is necessary.
Two days later he was seen by Dan'l, who shook his fist at him, and Bob said "Yah!" "Have you heard from Master Dexter, Miss!" said Mrs Millett one morning. "No, Millett, and I am rather surprised. He promised so faithfully to write." "Ah, yes, Miss," said the old lady; "and he meant it, poor boy, when he promised, but boys are such one's to forget."
Mrs Millett was consoled with the promise that the culprit should soon be caught, and two nights later Peter came in to announce to the doctor that he had been so near catching Bob Dimsted that he had touched him as he chased him down the garden, and that he would have caught him, only that, without a moment's hesitation, the boy had jumped into the river and swum across, and so escaped to the other side.
Millett and myself have, during a considerable time, constituted the whole effective strength of the Commission. Nor has Mr. Millett been able to devote to the business of the Commission his whole undivided attention. "I must say that, even if no allowance be made for the untoward occurrences which have retarded our progress, that progress cannot be called slow.
One night Helen went up to relieve Mrs Millett, and found Maria leaning against the door outside, crying silently, and this impressed her the more, from the fact that Peter and Dan'l had each been to the house three times that day to ask how Master Dexter was.
"Next time I mean to have him," said Peter confidently, and this he repeated to Mrs Millett and Maria, being rewarded with a basin of the tea which had just come down from the drawing-room. It was just two days later that, as Helen sat with her work under the old oak-tree in the garden an old evergreen oak which gave a pleasant shade she became aware of a faint rustling sound.
But all the same the little pilferings went on, and Mrs Millett came one morning, with tears in her eyes, to say that she couldn't bear it any longer, for only last night a whole quartern loaf had been taken through the larder bars, and, with it, one of the large white jars of black-currant jam.
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