England -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Runaway children -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
That evening, while Hallett was busy in his attic, slaving away with
redoubled energy at his model, giving it what he looked upon as the
final touches before proceeding with the patent, I went down as soon as
I heard Revitts come in, his broad face expanding with pleasure as I
followed him below to his own particular sanctuary, where, while he was
enjoying his after-tea pipe, I opened my business.
"Revitts," I said, "I'm going to take you into my confidence, and ask
you to keep faith."
"Which you may be sure I shall do, Master Antony, if so be I can."
"Well, you can, Bill," I replied; and I proceeded to tell him how Linny
was annoyed.
"That's very unpleasant," he said thoughtfully; "but is it by that same
chap?"
"Yes."
"That'll do," he said, drawing a long breath; "and lookye here, Antony,
my young friend, I'm sergeant, and have to set an example now to them as
is under--them, I mean--no, I don't--I mean those as--who--are under
me--that's right! One's obliged to be particler now. Use of the
truncheon forbidden, except when obliged; but if I do meet, that fellow
annoying Miss Linny, I shall be obliged to give him a topper--a hangel
couldn't help it."
"No, no, Bill--no, Mr Sergeant," I began.
"Stow that, Antony, no larks. Bill, please, as afore."
"Well, then, Bill, that is one of the things you must not do. All I
want is for you to let him see that you live here, and that Miss Hallett
is under your protection. He won't face you, and as soon as he finds
that you are here he will keep away."
"But he must be taken for his assault on the police, Antony."
"No, no: let him go on in his own way. If you take him, there will be a
great deal of inquiry and exposure that would be most painful to all my
friends. We should have to go into the witness-box and be
cross-examined, and it would be extremely painful to me, both on my own
behalf and that of others."
"You wouldn't like it, Antony?" he said.
"No, indeed I should not," I replied.
"That's enough, dear lad," he exclaimed, giving the table a rap with his
fist. "That's settled; but I may give him a word or two of a sort, eh?
Just show him I know him, and move him on pretty sharp?"
"As much of that as you like," I said; "I leave it in your hands. What
I ask of you is, as an officer, to see that we are not pestered by that
man."
"It's as good as done, Ant'ny," he exclaimed, stuffing some more tobacco
in his pipe.
"It's better than done, my dear," said Mary decisively. "When my
William says a thing's as good as done, you may make yourself
comfortable about it."
Revitts said no more about it in the future, only once when he met me at
the door, chuckling to himself, and shaking his head.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked.
"Only about him," he replied. "I just run again him at the corner, and
said about six words to him."
"Well?"
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