When at last inquiry was made whether all companions expected were
present, the red flag began to quiver and writhe most noticeably and
finally to unfurl, and there emerged from its depths the dirtiest and
most slovenly man I had ever seen, and the frouziest and most repulsive
of dogs. This man, if man I may call him, was bony and ill-built, and
appeared to consist largely of hands and feet. His arms were abnormally
long and his chest narrow and hollow, and altogether he seemed to hang
together by a mere fluke. His ill-assorted limbs were surmounted by a
sallow, yellowish face, large repulsive lips, and a shapeless nose, and
to him belonged the long, black greasy hair which I had already noted
amid the folds of the red banner. Large gristly ears emerged from his
uncombed mop of hair, and the only redeeming feature about the abject
creature was his large, brown, dog-like eyes. He crept forward, grinding
his teeth and rubbing his bony hands, and subsided into a waste-paper
basket which was the only available seat left unoccupied.
And now at last, after much talking and shifting about, and not before a
young German hairdresser had been stationed with one eye glued to a hole
in the outer wall of the shed, in order to make sure that no detective
was listening outside, the proceedings commenced.
Banter, the little man who had opened the door to me, rose to his feet,
cleared his throat, and said "_Com_rades" in a stentorian voice. Then
followed a long and rambling statement which he read out, from amid
the grammatical inaccuracies and continual digressions of which I was
enabled to gather that he had noticed of late something very peculiar
about the conduct of Jacob Myers, who had appeared to exercise undue
influence and power over his brother Augustin; that, moreover, Jacob
had been seen by a third party drinking a glass of rum in the "Nag and
Beetle" in company with a well-known detective, and that, in final and
conclusive proof of some very fishy transactions on his part, three
undeniable half-crowns had been distinctly observed in his overcoat
pocket the previous week. "And how should he come by these by honest
means?" indignantly inquired Banter. "He says he's out of work, and he's
not got the courage to steal!"
"'Ear, 'ear! Why pay rent to robber landlords?" the navvy, Armitage's
neighbour, ejaculated at this juncture, after which irrelevant inquiry
he spat defiance at Society.
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