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Shrig took a small, neat implement from one of his many capacious pockets, inserted it into the keyhole, gave it a twist, and the door swung open. "Ah a skeleton key, Mr. Shrig?" "That werry i-dentical, sir." "Is this how you gained admittance to my chambers?" "Ex-actly, sir." "And, being there, read my private letters?" "Only the vun, sir dooty is dooty only the vun.
Shrig only blinked his wide, innocent eyes, and slipping the book into his pocket, led the way round a sudden corner into another alley narrower than the last, and, if possible, dirtier. "Where are we going?" Barnabas demanded, for Mr.
I remain, sir, Yours respectfully, THOMAS CLEGG. "Very strange!" said I. "Ah!" sighed Mr. Shrig. "But then life generally is, Mr. Werricker, sir, if you'll take the trouble to ob-serve; so strange that I ain't never surprised at nothing nowhere and nohow, sir.
Shrig, "but you ain't much alongside my pal the Corp, are you? I'm nat'rally proud of 'im, d'ye see, for 't were me as saved 'im." "Saved him from what? How?" "Me being only a smallish chap myself, I've allus 'ad a 'ankering arter sizable coves.
Shrig laid by the musket and came towards him with his hand out. "Sir," said he, "when them raskels got me down they meant to do for me; ah! they'd ha' given me my quietus for good an' all if you 'adn't stood 'em off. Sir, if it ain't too much, I should like to shake your daddle for that!" "But you saved my life twice," said Barnabas, clasping the proffered hand.
Keep flat agin the door sir, same as me, they may try another I don't think so still they may, so keep close ag'in the door. A partic'lar narrer shave I calls it!" nodded Mr. Shrig; "shook ye a bit sir?" "Yes," said Barnabas, wiping his brow. "Ah well, it shook me and I'm used to windictiveness.
Shrig, rubbing his nose thoughtfully, while his keen gaze roved here and there. "Where is Captain Danby I want a word with him," said I, stepping hastily out of the stable. "The Cap'n, sir," answered Mr.
This is a werry on-savory neighborhood at most times, an' the air's werry bad for fob-seals, say, and cravat-sparklers at all times. Sich things 'as a 'abit o' wanishing theirselves avay." Having said which, Mr. Shrig walked on beside Barnabas as one who profoundly meditates, for his brow was yet furrowed deep with thought. "Why so silent, Mr.
Shrig, "you're a Nob, I know, a Corinthian by your looks, a Buck, sir, a Dash, a 'eavy Toddler, but also, I takes the liberty o' telling you as you're only a man, arter all, like the rest on us, and it's that man as I'm a-talking to. Now v'en a man 'as stood up for me, shed 'is good blood for me, I makes that man my pal, and my pal I allus trusts."
Shrig bobbed his head to us in turn, beamed as it might have been in benediction, and took himself away. "Begad, Perry, but that's a vicious brute of yours!" cried Anthony. This as Wildfire curvetted, snorting, sidled and performed an impassioned dance upon the footpath. "Not exactly vicious, Tony," I demurred when I had quelled this exuberance, "merely animal spirits.
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