Confessions of a Young Lady: Her Doings and Misdoings. Marsh Richard

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      "That's my dog. It objects to strangers-of a certain class."

      Suddenly Mr Sanford stooped down, gripped the brute by the scruff of its neck and the root of its tail, swung it through the air and out of the window. Harris happened to be staring in at the time. The dog struck him as it passed. Over he went, and off tore the dog down the drive, yelping and howling as if it had had more than enough of our establishment. The Ogre sprang from his chair, and he used a very bad word.

      "What do you mean by doing that?"

      Harris, as he regained his feet, gave utterance to his woes.

      "That's a nice thing to do, to throw a great dog like that right into a man's face! What next, I wonder?"

      Mr Sanford was most civil.

      "Hope it hasn't hurt you, but I'm afraid that your face must have been in the way." Then to the Ogre: "Well, sir, we are still waiting. By which route do you propose to follow your dog?"

      There was something in Mr Sanford's looks and manner which, in view of the little adventure his dog had had, apparently caused the Ogre to suspect that the moment had arrived when discretion might be the better part of valour.

      "Before we go any further, perhaps you'll let me know who's going to repay what I've advanced? Nearly two hundred pounds I'm out of pocket."

      "You're nearly two hundred pounds out of pocket!" cried Dick. "What for?"

      "Why, for seeing that your mother was buried like a respectable woman. It begins to strike me that you'd have liked to have had her buried by the parish."

      The Ogre thrust his red face so very close to Dick's that I suppose the provocation and temptation together were more than Dick could stand. Anyhow, Dick gave him a tremendous slap on the cheek. In a moment Mr Sanford was between them.

      "It serves you right," he declared. "It shows what sort of person you must be that you should permit yourself to use such language in this house of mourning."

      "Harris," shouted the Ogre, "run round to Charlie Radford and Bill Perkins and tell 'em I want 'em, quick! And loose the dogs and bring 'em back with you!"

      "Begging of your pardon, Mr Miller," replied Harris, possibly perceiving in which direction the wind was about to blow, "but if you want any more of your dirty work done you'll do it yourself."

      Cook was horrified.

      "Well, the likes of that! After all Mr Miller has done for you!"

      "Done for me! He has made me do what I'm ashamed of, that's what he's done for me! I've had enough of him, and of you too, Mrs Boyes was as good a mistress as anyone need have. I know it if no one else does. And, Miss Molly, your mother always paid my wages regular to the moment; you don't owe me nothing. And you don't owe cook and Betsy nothing either."

      "What do you know about what is and is not owing me?" screamed cook.

      "I know you were paid each month; and, what's more, I know you gave a receipt for it. Why, you told me yourself that you took the wages' receipt book from the little cupboard in the corner."

      Cook's virtuous indignation was beautiful to behold.

      "It only shows how sensible Mary Sharp was to pack her box and take herself outside of such a place. And I'll do the same within the hour."

      "So will I," said Betsy.

      "Mr Sanford," I said, "all sorts of mother's things are missing, and I shouldn't be at all surprised if cook and Betsy have taken some of them."

      "Me taken your mother's things!" screamed cook. I believe that if it had not been for Mr Sanford she would have scratched me.

      "I think it not at all improbable," he agreed. "Is there a constable hereabouts?"

      "There's one in the village." This was Harris, who seemed to have arrived at a sudden resolution to attack his late allies at every possible point, "Name of Parker."

      "If you will be so good as to request Mr Parker's immediate attendance you shall have no reason to regret it, Mr Harris. Neither of you women will leave this house until the contents of your boxes have been examined in the presence of a policeman."

      Cook looked uncomfortable as she met Mr Sanford's stern glance. And it was stern! Betsy began to cry.

      "And what's more," added Harris, pointing at the Ogre, "I happen to know that there was money in Mrs Boyes's desk, and he knows it too."

      With that parting shot Harris hurried off down the avenue.

      "Things are beginning to wear rather an ugly aspect, Mr Miller."

      "Ugly aspect! What do you mean? You needn't think I want to stop in this hugger-muggering hole! I am just as anxious to get out of it as anyone can be to get me out."

      "I should hardly think that possible."

      "I only regret that I ever set foot in it."

      "Then the regret is general."

      "As for these ungrateful little wretches, and especially you, my lad!" – this was Dick-"they shall hear of me very soon in quite another fashion, when they haven't got a bully to back them up."

      Mr Sanford laughed.

      "He's cramming mother's things into his pocket at this very moment!" cried Jim.

      "Aren't you making a mistake, Mr Miller?"

      Mr Sanford's politeness seemed to make the Ogre feel dreadful. He looked as if he would have liked to have killed him.

      "I don't want the miserable rubbish!"

      He banged the letters and things down on the table. Dick went on, -

      "I believe that what Harris says about there having been money in mother's desk is true, and this man hasn't accounted for a penny. And it's my belief too that he's been taking what he likes out of the house. He lives just up the lane-I shouldn't be surprised to find plenty of mother's property at his own place."

      The Ogre moved towards the door, but it was too late, Mr Sanford interposed.

      "Excuse me, Mr Miller, but I think that now I would rather you waited till Mr Parker arrives. We will accompany you to your own establishment. There-together-we will make certain inquiries."

      He blustered a little, but he was a coward at heart, and he had to give in. As it chanced, Harris met Parker in the lane, so that he came back with him almost at once.

      All sorts of things which did not belong to them were found in cook's and Betsy's boxes; and actually the book of which Harris had spoken, in which they themselves had signed receipts for their wages. There was a tremendous scene. Parker badly wanted to lock them up, but we had had trouble enough already, so we let them go.

      While we were examining the servants' boxes upstairs the Ogre was offering Mr Sanford what he called an explanation. When they went round with him to his own house he handed over quite a collection of miscellaneous articles which belonged to mother. Her cheque-book, all sorts of papers, some of them representing stocks and shares, even some of her jewellery. He said he had taken them home to examine. СКАЧАТЬ