Devlin the BarberFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Devlin the Barber
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"'I've done with it, Fanny, for ever. They don't rob me no longer with
their Bulls and their Bears.'
"'A joyful hour it is to me. Lemon,' I cried, 'to hear them words. The
life I've led since you took up with Bulls and Bears and all the other
trash, there's no describing. But now we can be comfortable once more.
Never mind the money you've lost; I'll make it up somehow.'
"It was then I got the idea of letting the second floor front. As it's
turned out, sir, it was the very worst idea that ever got into my
head, and what it's going to lead to the Lord above only knows."
CHAPTER X.
DEVLIN THE BARBER TAKES FANNY'S FIRST FLOOR FRONT.
"Our first lodger, sir, was a clerk in the City, and he played the
bassoon that excruciating that our lives become a torment. The
neighbours all complained, and threatened to bring me and Lemon and
the young man and his bassoon before the magerstrates. I told the
clerk that he'd have to give up the second floor front or the bassoon,
and that he might take his choice. He took his choice, and went away
owing me one pound fourteen, and I haven't seen the colour of his
money from that day to this.
"Our second lodger was a printer, who worked all night and slep all
day. I could have stood him if it hadn't turned out that he'd run away
from his wife, who found out where he was living, and give us no
peace. She was a dreadful creature, and I never saw her sober. She
smelt of gin that strong that you knew a mile off when she was coming.
'That's why I left her, Mrs. Lemon,' the poor man said to me; 'she's
been the ruin of me. Three homes has she sold up, and she's that
disgraced me that it makes me wild to hear the sound of her voice. The
law won't help me, and what am I to do?' I made him a cup of tea, and
said I was very sorry for him, but that she wasn't _my_ wife, and that
I'd take it kind of him if he'd find some other lodgings. All he said
was, 'Very well, Mrs. Lemon, I can't blame you; but don't be surprised
if you read in the papers one day that I am brought up for being the
death of her, or that I've made a hole in the water. If she goes on
much longer, one of them things is sure to happen.' He went away
sorrowful, and paid me honourable to the last farthing.
"It wasn't encouraging, sir, but I didn't lose heart. 'The third
time's lucky,' I said to myself, as I put the bill in the winder agin,
little dreaming what was to come of it. It remained there nigh on a
fortnight, when a knock come at the street-door.
"I do all the work in the house myself. A body may be genteel without
keeping a parcel of servants to eat you out of house and home, and
sauce you in the bargain. A knock come at the street-door, as I said.
If I'd known what I know now, the party as knocked might have knocked
till he was blue in the face, or dropped down in a fit before he'd got
me to answer him. But I had no suspicions, and I went and opened the
door, and there I saw a tall, dark man, with a black moustache, curled
up at the ends.
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