The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour risingKernahan, Coulson
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The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour rising
Kernahan, Coulson
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 20th century
Then, in spite of my futile efforts, he drew my left hand towards my
right, and suddenly spanning the two with the fingers of his single
hand, nonchalantly arranging the set of his collar with the other
meanwhile, he said:
"Now, Wright, just tie his wrists together, will you?" and once again
the mesmerised man did as he was bidden.
Rising, the Dumpling turned from me to Wright. Looking that worthy full
in the eyes, he said, in a low voice:
"You are awake."
"I am awake," repeated Wright, automatically, as his eyes, still fixed
in a stupid stare, turned sluggishly in their sockets, following his
master's movements.
Lifting his dropped left arm slightly, the Dumpling touched, with a
finger tip, the finger tips of the other's loosely open hand. Then he
put his right hand on Wright's shoulder, and with a gentle shake, said:
"Wake!"
Wright came to himself with a start, and looked foolishly around.
"What did you mean by disobeying me just now?" asked the Dumpling with
sudden fierceness.
"I'm sorry, sir; I never done it before, as you know, and I'm sorry
if I opened my mouth too wide and made a noise. Me and mine has gone
through hard times since you were here last. The money you left us
was finished nigh upon two weeks ago, and not knowing where you
was, and not being able to get any work, we've had nothing to eat.
This gentleman here has been very kind to us, and though I've never
disobeyed you before, sir, I couldn't lift hand against him, and that's
a fact."
The Dumpling seemed genuinely concerned.
"Has it been so bad as that with you, my poor fellow?" he said gravely.
"Humphreys shall answer to me for this. I had to be away, it's true,
but I left plenty of money with him for all requirements, and I
particularly told him that no one, who is in with us, should be allowed
to want.
"I'm glad my friend on the floor has been good to you," he continued.
"He's of the right stuff, and ought to be with us, Wright--will be with
us one day, I hope and believe. You needn't be anxious about him. I
don't mean to do him any harm. On the contrary, I want to do him a good
turn, if he'll let me. My reason for gagging him was because, when I
first came in, I thought you and he were quarrelling. One doesn't do
a man any serious amount of damage by sticking a piece of rag in his
mouth and tying him up for a half-hour. He, on the other hand, not
understanding the situation, and supposing himself to be in danger,
might have called out and brought the police about our ears. He'd be
sorry for it after, when he knew the facts, so we protected ourselves,
and protected him against himself, by taking the precaution of making
sure of him first. See?
"Well, now, I want to have a few words with the gentleman, and I can do
so better if he and I are alone. You stay outside the door meanwhile,
Wright, and see that no one comes in."
Wright gone, and the door closed and locked, the Dumpling turned to me.
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