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
"'You've got a bill in the winder,' said he, 'of a room to let.'
"'Yes, sir,' I answered, hardly giving myself time to look at him, I
was that glad of the chance of letting the room; 'would you like to
see it?'
"'I should,' said he.
"And in he walked, and up the stairs, after me, to the second floor
front. It didn't strike me at the time, but it did often afterwards
when I listened for 'em in vain, that I didn't hear his footsteps as
he follered me up-stairs. Never, from the moment he entered this
house, have I heard the least sound from his feet, and yet he wears
what looks like boots. He's never asked me to clean 'em, and I'd
rather be torn to pieces with red hot pinchers than do it now.
"'It's a cheerful room, sir,' said I to him. 'Looks out on the
square.'
"'Charming,' he said, 'the room, the square, you, everything.'
"'That's a funny way of talking,' I thought, and I said out loud, 'Do
you think it will suit, sir?'
"'Do I think it will suit?' he said. 'I am sure it will suit. I take
it from this minute. What's the rent?'
"'With attendance, sir?' I asked.
"'With or without attendance,' he answered; 'it matters not.'
"Not 'It don't matter,' as ordinary people say, but 'It matters not,'
for all the world like one of them foreign fellers we see on the
stage. I told him the rent, reckoning attendance, and he said:
"'Good. The bargain is made. I am yours, and you are mine.'
"And then he laughed in a way that almost made my hair stand on end.
It wasn't the laugh of a human creature; there was something unearthly
about it. As a rule, a body's pleased when another body laughs, but
this laugh made me shiver all over; you know the sensation, sir, like
cold water running down your back. Then, and a good many times since
when he's been speaking or laughing, I felt myself turn faint with
sech a swimming sensation that I had to ketch hold of something to
keep myself from sinking to the ground.
"'I beg your pardon, sir,' I said, when I come to, 'but if you've no
objections I'd like a reference.'
"'Of course you would,' he said, laughing again, 'and here it is.'
"With that he gives me a sovering, and orders me to light the fire.
There's that about him as makes it unpossible not to do as he orders
you to, so on my knees I went there and then, and lit the fire.
"'Good,' he said. 'I couldn't have done it better myself. Mrs.
Lemon--' and you might have knocked me down with a feather when I
heard him speak my name. How did he get to know it? _I_ never told
him.--Mrs. Lemon,' said he, 'I see in your face that you'd like to ask
me a question or two.'
"'I would, sir,' I said, shaking and trembling all over. 'If I may
make so bold, sir, are you a married man?'
"He put his hand on his heart, and, grinning all over his face,
answered, 'Mrs. Lemon, I am, and have ever been, single.'
"'Might I be so bold as to ask your name, sir?' I said.
"'Devlin,' said he.
"'Dev--what?' I garsped.
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