The Thousandth Woman
ly as they returned to the tradesmen's door, and
un. "The more the merrier!" his grim humor had it. "I dare
ition of this shaft. But Cazalet did not loo
mufti; a sullen face looked out of the pantry as they passed; and through the old green door (only now it was a red one) they found another bowler hat bent
t Mr. Drinkwater shut the door as well, and added indescribably to the lighting and atmospheric effects by switching on all t
remembered them. The bookshelves contained different books, and now there were no busts on top. Certai
waste in sentimental comparisons. He tapped a pair of ma
. Blanche could not understand it, but the experienced Mr. Drinkwater smiled his allowances for a yo
igar cupboard?" that dangerous ma
let in disgust. "Did he reall
nd locked up at the time it happened. What
but Cazalet only said, "Oh, well, if you
chap from the pantry, Tom," said he; but the sullen sufferer from police ru
ard?" continued Drinkwater, in the browbeatin
s," said
here's
ange. "He would keep it on his own bunch; find his watch, and all the other things that wer
oor slammed on a petty triumph for the servant
in one mahogany door. "Man's been drinking, I should say. He'd better be careful, because I don't take to him, drunk or sober. I'm not surprised at his master not tru
ut lighted high up at one end by a little barred window of its own) and according to Cazalet a desk it had really been. His poor father ought never to have been a business man; he ought to have been a poet. Cazalet said this now as simply as he had said it to Hilton
of scarlet fever, and my mother brought me back from Hastings after she'd had me there some time, the old governor told us he'd got a place where he could disappear from the district at a moment's notice and yet be back in ano
've been there and seen it, and it's the exact
"Well, I shall never forget
the time, as a terrific secret, and I may tell
nerve to pull up the governor's floor! It only shows w
less conspicuous. Neither appeared to be taking any further interest in the cigar cupboard, or paying the slightest attention to Cazalet's reminiscences
t a hole?" said h
s Macnair how the pl
hat about some h
went out by that door into the hall, leaving one of these mahogany doors open by mistake. It was the chance of my life; in I slipped to have a look. He came back for something, saw the very doo
aid the satellite,
ne to it, had it up, too, and got through into the foundations, leaving everything much as I had found it. The place is so small tha
you covered up a sin with a crime, like half the gentlemen who go through my
. Do you remember the row I got into, Blanche, for ta
the frock!"
removing Cazalet from the scene with the two detectives. Almost without warning, as in the harlequinade of which they might have been the rascal heroes, all three disappeared d
rinkwater to Cazalet. A lot of whispering followed in the little place; it was so small that she never saw the hole until it had engulfed two of the trio; the third explorer, Mr. Drinkwater himself, had very courteously turned her out of
house by way of the servants' quarters, of course without holding any communication with th
had come over one young man in less than the course of a summer's day. He was excited at getting back, he had stumbled into a still more exciting sit
to be on a visit to the doctor or no doubt it would have been in the way all the afternoon. But there was a dog at Uplands, and as yet she had seen nothing
of the one that was really worthy of the more formidable carnivora. There was every sign of his being treated as the dangerous dog that Blanche, indeed, had heard he was; the outer bars were further protected by wire netting, which stretched like a canopy over the whole cage; but Bl
oden sanctuary, almost knocking her down, and barking horribly, but not at Blanche. She followed his infuriated eyes; and the back doorway framed a
t just in time, and the now savage dog was still butting and claw
answered. "I lef
t did yo
I can't hear my voice
verge of the drive. Here they met an elderly man in a tremendous hurry-an unstable dotard who instantly abando
"Do you hear our Roy, miss? I ha'n't heard tha
ith wise humor. But old Savage hailed from silly Suffolk, and all his life he had belied his surname, but never the alliterative libel on his native country. He took the wan
a right long time! And now here's a nice kettle of fish for you to find! But I
asked Blanche, already under Ca
he lowered his voice dramatically. "Sure, Miss Blanche. Why, I
o see anybody properly," said Blanche, a
e voice fell a sepulchral semitone. "But I see him again at the station this very afternoon, I did! I promised not to talk ab
in the face; his rheumy eyes were red as the sunset they faced; and Caz
" he whispered. "But there's hope i
dog," said Blanche, a
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