Mystery fiction; Yorkshire (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Nearly midnight."
"Oh, I must be going! I must, really. The Jacksons will find me
something to eat."
"You're going into that room, and, unless I have your promise to remain
there, you'll accompany me to the kitchen. Which is it to be--a
comfortable chair, with a lamp, or a compulsory prowl through kitchen
and larder?"
"I'll sit down, please," came the slow admission. "I'm very tired, and
rather done up. I walked miles and miles this morning, and the long
hours up there in the dark were horrid."
Without another word Armathwaite threw open the dining-room door, and
lighted the lamp which he had left on the table. The girl sank wearily
into an arm-chair; her action was a tacit acceptance of his terms.
Somehow, he was convinced that she would not take advantage of his
absence and slip out through the front door, which Betty Jackson had
assuredly not waited to lock.
Among the kitchen utensils he had found a small oil-stove in working
order. In a surprisingly short time, therefore, he was back in the
dining-room with a laden tray.
"Do you like your eggs soft-boiled, medium, or hard?" he inquired,
treating an extraordinary episode with a nonchalance which betokened
either a temperament wholly devoid of emotion or a career crowded with
uncommon experiences.
"Need I eat eggs at all?" said the girl. "I'm sure, Mrs. Jackson----"
"Do you want to rouse the village?"
"No; anything but that."
"Then I must point out that the one cottage in Elmdale whose inmates
will be deaf and dumb at this moment is Mrs. Jackson's. Both mother and
daughter are quaking because of the possible consequences of an attempt
to enter this house at an hour which no person could choose for a
legitimate purpose. Eat and drink, therefore. We'll deal with the
Jacksons subsequently. No, don't begin by a long draught of milk. It is
tempting, but harmful if taken in that way. Try some bread and butter.
Now, two eggs. Oh, dash it! I've forgotten an egg-spoon, and I don't
know where such things are kept. I'll go and hunt for them."
"Don't trouble. Lend me that electric lamp--how useful it is!--and I'll
bring one in a minute."
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