Adventure stories; City and town life -- Fiction; Staffordshire (England) -- Fiction
"There!" he said. "Now you understand, nothing’s happened except that a
furniture van ’s run off and fallen into the canal, owing to the men’s
carelessness.
"We can settle the rest later—I mean about the rent and so on."
They looked at each other.
Her skirts were nearly dry. Her nose showed no trace of bleeding, but
there was a bluish lump over her left eye. Save that he was hatless,
and that his trousers clung, he was not utterly unpresentable.
They were alone in the silent dawn.
"You ’d better go home by Acre Lane, not up Brougham Street," he said.
"I ’ll come in during the morning."
It was a parting in which more was felt than said.
They went one after the other through the devastated gateway, baptising
the path as they walked. The Town Hall clock struck three as Denry
crept up his mother’s stairs. He had seen not a soul.
IV
The exact truth in its details was never known to more than two
inhabitants of Bursley. The one clear certainty appeared to be that
Denry, in endeavouring to prevent a runaway pantechnicon from destroying
the town, had travelled with it into the canal. The romantic trip was
accepted as perfectly characteristic of Denry. Around this island of
fact washed a fabulous sea of uninformed gossip, in which assertion
conflicted with assertion, and the names of Denry and Ruth were
continually bumping against each other.
Mr. Herbert Calvert glanced queerly and perhaps sardonically at Denry
when Denry called and handed over ten pounds (less commission) which he
said Miss Earp had paid on account.
"Look here," said the little Calvert, his mean little eyes gleaming,
"you must get in the balance at once."
"That’s all right," said Denry. "I shall."
"Was she trying to hook it on the q.t.?" Calvert demanded.
"Oh, no!" said Denry. "That was a very funny misunderstanding. The
only explanation I can think of is that that van must have come to the
wrong house."
"Are you engaged to her?" Calvert asked, with amazing effrontery.
Denry paused. "Yes," he said. "Are you?" Mr. Calvert wondered what he
meant.
He admitted to himself that the courtship had begun in a manner
surpassingly strange.
CHAPTER IV. WRECKING OF A LIFE
I
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