Cleek: the Man of the Forty FacesHanshew, Thomas W.
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Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces
Hanshew, Thomas W.
Cleek, Hamilton (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
"Thank you," said Cleek. "Then invite me to spend to-morrow here, and
give me the freedom of those superb gardens. My senses are drunk already
with the scent of your hyacinths; and if I might have a day among them,
I should be as near happy as makes no difference."
He had his day--breaking it only to 'phone up to Clarges Street and
quiet any possible fears upon Dollops's part--and if ever man was
satisfied, that man was he.
CHAPTER XV
It was late on the afternoon of the day following when he turned up at
Clarges Street and threw Dollops into a very transport of delight at the
bare sight of him.
"Crumbs, Gov'nor, but I am glad to see you, sir!" said the boy, with a
look of positive adoration. "A fish out o' water ain't a patch to wot
I've felt like--Lord, no! Why, sir, it's the first time you've ever been
away from me since you took me on; and the dreams I've had is enough to
drive a body fair dotty. I've seen parties a-stickin' knives in your
back and puttin' poison in your food and doin' the Lord knows wot not to
you, sir; and every blessed nerve in my body has been a doin' of a
constant shake--like a jelly-fish on a cold day."
Cleek laughed, and catching him by the shoulder whirled him round,
looked at him, and then clapped him on the back.
"Look here, don't you get to worrying and to developing nerves, young
man," he said, "or I shall have to ship you off somewhere for a long
rest; and I'm just beginning to feel as if I couldn't do without you.
What you want is a change; and what I want is the river, so, if there is
no message from The Yard--"
"There isn't, sir."
"Good. Then 'phone through to Mr. Narkom and tell him that you and I are
going for a few days up the river as far as Henley, and that we are
going to break it on Wednesday to go to the Derby."
"Gov'nor! Gawd's truth, sir, you aren't never a-goin' to give me two
sich treats as that? From now till Thursday with jist you--jist _you_,
sir? I'll go balmy on the crumpet--I'll get to stickin' straws in my
bloomin' 'air!"
"You 'get to' the telephone and send that message to The Yard, if you
know when you're well off," said Cleek, laughing. "And, after that, out
with the kit bag and in with such things as we shall need; and--Hullo!
what's this thing?"
"A necktie and a rose bush wot I took the liberty of buyin' for you,
sir, bein' as you give me ten shillin's for myself," said Dollops
sheepishly. "I been a-keepin' of my eye on that rose bush and that
necktie for a week past, sir. I 'ope you'll take 'em, Gov'nor, and not
think me presumin', sir."
Cleek faced round and looked at him--a long look--without saying
anything, then he screwed round on his heel and walked to the window.
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