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
"We didn't mean murdering you or anyone else," protested Parker. "The
Dumpling he says to us, 'Boys,' he says, 'I've got everything arranged,
and we'll carry this thing through to-night. But I don't play no losing
games. Grant, the detective, is on our track, and if he comes between
us and our business--him and his blue coats--he'll have to take the
consequences. So you'd better be armed,' he says, and he gives Smudgy
and me and the other chaps a revolver each, and a knife. 'Don't shoot
unless you have to, or unless I tell you to,' he says. 'Them as plays
the game we're going to play had best keep a silent tongue in their
head, and there's no tongue so silent and so sure as a sharp knife. It
does the work and don't holloa about it. But pistols is noisy servants.
So don't use the shooting irons unless you're compelled to.'
"Smudgy and me we took the knives--I've got mine on me now--and the
pistols, but we agreed we wouldn't use 'em. Nabbing a bit o' money's
one thing, but getting nabbed for murder's quite another."
"What was the business you were to carry out to-night?" I interrupted
once more. "Are you trying to talk out the time, under the idea that
you'll be rescued, or something of that sort?"
"I'm coming to it now," replied Parker sulkily. "It's you as keeps
putting me off with interruptions. There's a club what they call
'The Millionaires' Club.' There aren't many in it--seven, I think the
Dumpling said; but they're all millionaires, and all of 'em was quite
poor men once, poor as me and Smudgy. Now they've got millions, and
live in mansions in Park Lane, and has ten-course dinners off gold and
silver plates. But I say, Mr. Grant, can't I be untied now? I'm numb
with cold and with lying here so long. I've very nearly finished my
story, and, if you'll loose me, I'll promise to finish it faithful to
the end."
"There's no reason why you shouldn't have your ankles free and sit up,"
I said, hauling in the sculls and laying them alongside as I stooped
to unfasten the rope that was lashed about Parker's feet. "We'll talk
about taking the handcuffs off when you've done. Go on--I'm listening.
This knot here's rather tight, but I can hear what you say while I'm
undoing it."
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