at Battersea, and all the rest of the blessed bag of tricks———"
I'd been thinking to myself, and had just worked it out.
"What's he want to take his cook down with him for?" I says.
"To cook for him," says the guv'nor. "What d'you generally want a cook for?"
"Rats!" I says. "Does he usually take his cook with him?"
"No," answered Miss Dorton. "Now I come to think of it, he has always hitherto put up with Mrs. Meadows."
"You will find the lady down at Fingest," I says, "sitting opposite him and enjoying a recherche dinner for two."
The guv'nor slaps me on the back, and lifts Miss Dorton out of her chair.
"You get on back," he says, "and telephone to Miss Bulstrode. I'll be round at half-past twelve."
Miss Dorton went out in a dazed sort of condition, and the guv'nor gives me a sovereign, and tells me I can have the rest of the day to myself.
Mr. Condor, Junior, considers that what
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