The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden HillBridges, Victor
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The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden Hill
Bridges, Victor
Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
Even so, with two of the party drenched to the skin, they certainly
presented an unusual spectacle. It takes something extremely
out-of-the-way, however, to excite much comment in Shadwell High
Street, and, except for one or two curious glances which were cast at
them as they passed under the street lamps, they managed to reach the
surgery without attracting any particular attention.
"I expect I can find you a change, Joe," said Colin, as Nancy pulled
out her key. "Doctor Ashton has lots of old clothes kicking about,
and I'm sure he won't mind my pinching a suit for you."
Joe shook his head. "It's very good of you, guv'nor, but I won't
come in, not if ye don't mind. I gotter be at the Palace by eight
o'clock, an' I can get me duds dried there while the boxin's on.
They won't be none the worse for a bit o' washin'."
"Oh, but you must, Joe," exclaimed Nancy, in some distress. "You
can't go about in those wet things. You'll catch your death of cold."
Joe chuckled hoarsely, and patted the bottle in his side pocket.
"Not me, miss," he replied. "I ain't the sort as ketches cold, not
when I got 'alf a bottle o' rum on me." He turned to Colin. "You
ain't sittin' dahn under this, doctor?" he added. "You let me know
when ye feels up to it, and I'll be round 'ere in a brace o' shakes.
We'll smash the guts outer them two for this night's work, or my name
ain't Joe Bates."
"I'll fix up something of the sort if I can," said Colin hopefully.
"I've got a notion, however, that it's rather a bigger business than
it looks, so you mustn't be disappointed if we have to bring the
police in."
"Jest as you thinks best, guv'nor," was the regretful answer. "I
know yer wouldn't spoil a bit o' sport, not if you 'adn't got some
good reason for doin' it."
He raised his hand in a parting salute, and, before either of them
could say another word, turned swiftly round and slipped out through
the iron gate.
"I hope he'll be all right," said Nancy. "He's terribly wet, poor
man, and that wretched woman bit his thumb right down to the bone."
"That won't worry Joe," replied Colin reassuringly. "It takes a
motor bus to knock him out."
He shivered slightly as he spoke, and with a hurried movement Nancy
turned the key and pushed open the door.
"Now, Colin," she said, "you're under my orders. The first thing
you've got to do is to come straight up and have a hot bath. Then
you must get into bed at once, and I'll bring you something to eat."
"Make it bread and milk," said Colin pleadingly. "I've got such a
confounded headache I couldn't face anything more exciting than that."
Taking his arm, Nancy helped him up the staircase to his bedroom,
where she lighted the fire and left him to undress. Then, after
turning on the bath, and putting everything in readiness, she
hastened downstairs to the kitchen.
Martha Jane, bursting with curiosity, greeted her in the doorway.
"I seed you takin' 'im upstairs, miss. However did 'e come to fall
in the river?"
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