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Updated: June 17, 2025
"O, I'm not bettin', Boy," pleaded the old man in the whimsical whine which he adopted when addressing his daughter. "Don't go and tell your mother that now. It wouldn't be right. Reelly it wouldn't. I'm only makin' a note or two for Mr. Silver here." The girl was lost in the crowd by the ropes. "She'd ha' come and sossed me, too, only you was with me," wheezed the old man confidentially.
Gyp gazed at them, not daring to look up at his eyes thus turning and turning from Christianity to shekels, from his honour to the world, from his anger to herself. And she said: "Please let me do what I ask, Mr. Wagge. I should be so unhappy if I mightn't do that little something." Mr. Wagge blew his nose. "It's a delicate matter," he said. "I don't know where my duty lays. I don't, reelly."
"Inspector Druce," the clerk informed us in impressive whispers, "who had the Chalk Farm case in hand. He'd be the man for Raffles, if Raffles was alive to-day!" "I'm sure he would," was the grave reply. "I should be very sorry to have a man like that after me. But what a run there seems to be upon your Black Museum!" "There isn't reelly, sir," whispered the clerk.
"You don't deserve it you reelly don't," she said, more in sorrow than in anger; then with a sharp change of tone, "And you three 'ave been allowin', I s'pose, that our best chance to escape notice is travellin' around with a fur coat an' a sixty-foot Theayter Royal? . . . W'y, wot was it put Glasson on our tracks? . . . Oh, I'm not blamin' yer!
"D'you want to take him home and play with him? Shall I ask if he's for sale?" "Oh, Ranny!" She turned away. And he drew her arm in his. "You won't be happy till you've got him, Winky." She said nothing to that; only her mouth, without her knowing it, kept for him its little dreamy smile. "I believe," said Ranny, "you've never reelly got over Stanley's goin' into knickers."
'It don't mean anything reelly, was her cheerful conclusion, 'excep' you mustn't get rid of him anyhow, an' 'e can do what 'e likes always. Lucky for us 'e do farm; and if it wasn't for 'is woman 'Oh, there's a Mrs. Sidney, is there? 'Lor, no! The Sidneys don't marry. They keep. That's his fourth since to my knowledge. He was a takin' man from the first. 'Any families?
Five minutes later they were in the open park, where their assistant scouts awaited them. None of the others had found any indication of a stranger's presence, and Farrow led them to the house in Indian file, by a path. "Scotland Yard is on the job," he announced. "Now we'll be told just wot we reelly ought to have done!"
If that's in her mind she'll be shoutin' it out to every maid who comes near her tomorrow; an' I reelly thought, miss, it was wise to tell you tonight, because such a thing would soon cause a scandal, an' it should be stopped." "Perhaps you are right, and I ought to be obliged to you for being so considerate. But no one would pay heed to my aunt's ravings.
She waited some minutes longer, till at last her friend excitedly re-entered to say, in the manner of one conveying information of much moment: "Mr Poulter is reelly coming on purpose to see you." Mavis nerved herself for the ordeal of meeting the dancing-master. When, a few moments later, Mr Poulter came into the room, his appearance surprised Mavis.
Reelly, sir, I know I'm right." "But should that artist be questioned?" "Of course he will, sir. He won't run away. If he does, we'll soon nab him. He's been stayin' at the White Horse Inn the last two days, an' is quite a nice-spoken young gentleman. Why should he want to shoot Mr. Fenley?" "He is annoyed with my father, for one thing." "Eh? Wot, sir?"
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