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„Well, really, you know. Th nike tns ere are detectives of an nike air max sale inferior description–watchers. The whole class. Private Inquiry–I did not realise–I really trust you will overlook what was, after all–you must admit–a natural indiscretion. Men of honour are not so common in the world–in any profession.“
It was lucky for Mr. Hoopdriver that in Midhurst they do not light the lamps in the summer time, or the one they were passing had betrayed him. As it was, he had to snatch suddenly at his moustache and tug fiercely at it, to conceal the furious tumult of exultation, the passion of laughter, that came boiling up. Detective! Even in the shadow Bechamel saw that a laugh was stifled, but he put it down to the fact that the phrase „men of honour“ amused his interlocutor. „He’ll come round yet,“ said Bechamel to himself. „He’s simply holding out for a fiver.“ nike air max 95 He coughed.
„I don’t see that it hurts you to tell me who your employer is.“
„Don’t you? I do.“
„Prompt,“ said Bechamel, appreciatively. „Now here’s the thing I want to put to you–the kernel of the whole business. You need not answer if you don’t want to. There’s no harm done in my telling you what I want to know. Are you employed to watch me–or Miss Milton?“
„I’m not the leaky sort,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver, keeping the secret he did not know with immense enjoyment. Miss Milton! That was her name. Perhaps he’d tell some more. „It’s no good pumping. Is that all you’re after?“ said Mr. Hoopdriver.
Bechamel respected himself for his nike air max 90 sale diplomatic gifts. He tried to catch a remark by throwing out a confidence. „I take it there are two people concerned in watching this affair.“
„Who’s the other?“ said Mr. Hoopdriver, calmly, b cheap nike air max ut controlling with enormous internal tension his selfappreciation. „Who’s the other?“ was really brilliant, he thought.
„There’s my wife and HER stepmother.“
„And you want to know which it is?“
„Yes,“ said Bechamel.
„Well–arst ‚em!“ said Mr. Hoopdriver, his exultation getting the better of him, and with a pretty consciousness of repartee. „Arst ‚em both.“
Bechamel turned impatiently. Then he made a last effort. „I’d give a five-pound note to know just the precise state of affairs,“ he said.
„I told you to stow that,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver, in a threatening tone. And added with perfect truth and a magnificent mystery, „You don’t quite understand who you’re dealing with. But you will!“ He spoke with such conviction that he half believed that that defective office of his in London–Baker Street, in fact– really existed.
W nike air max 1 ith that the interview terminated. Bechamel went back to the Angel, p Cheap Nike TN erturbed. „Hang detectives!“ It wasn’t the kind of thing he had anticipated at all. Hoopdriver, with round eyes and a wondering smile, walked down to where the mill waters glittered in the moonlight, and after meditating over the parapet of the bridge for a space, with occasional murmurs of, „Private Inquiry“ and the like, returned, with mystery even in his paces, towards the town.
Chapter 18
That glee which finds expression in raised eyebrows and long, low whistling noises was upon Mr. Hoopdriver. For a space he Nike TN forgot the tears of the Young Lady in Grey. Here was a new game!–and a real one. Mr. Hoopdriver as a Private Inquiry Agent, a Sherlock Holmes in fact, keeping these two people ‚under observation.‘ He walked slowly back from the bridge until he was opposite the Angel, and stood for ten minutes, perhaps, contemplating that establishment and enjoying all the strange sensations of being this wonderful, this mysterious and terrible thing. Everything fell into place in his scheme. He had, of course, by a kind of instinct, assumed the disguise of a cyclist, picked up the first old crock he came across as a means of pursuit. ‚No expense was to be spared.‘
Then he tried to understand what it was in particular that he was observing. „My wife“–„HER stepmother!“ Then he remembered her swimming eyes. Abruptly came a wave of anger that surprised him, washed away the detective superstructure, and left him plain Mr. Hoopdriver. This man in brown, with his confident manner, and his proffered half sovereign (damn him!) was up to no good, el nike air max se why should he object to being watched? He was married! She was not his sister. He began to understand. A horrible suspicion of the state of affairs came into Mr. Hoopdriver’s head. Surely it had not come to THAT. He was a detective!–he would find out. How was it to be done? He began to submit sketches on approval to himself. It required an effort before he could walk into the Angel bar. „A lemonade and bitt nike air max classic er, please,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver.
He cleared his throat. „Are Mr. and Mrs. Bowlong stopping here?“
„What, a gentleman and a young lady–on bicycles?“
„Fairly young–a married couple.“
„No,“ said the barmaid, a talkative person of ample dimensions. „There’s no married couples stopping here. But there’s a Mr. and Miss BEAUMONT.“ She spelt it for precision. „Sure you’ve got the name right, young man?“
„Quite,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver.
„Beaumont there is, but no one of the name of– What was the name you gave?“
„Bowlong,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver.
„No, there ain’t no Bowlong,“ said the barmaid, taking up a glasscloth and a drying tumbler and beginning to polish the latter. „First off, I thought you might be asking for Beaumont– the names being similar. Were you expecting them on bicycles?“
„Yes–they said they MIGHT be in Midhurst t cheap nike air max onight.“
„P’raps they’ll come presently. Beaumont’s here, but no Bowlong. Sure that Beaumont ain’t the name?“
„Certain,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver.
„It’s curious the names being so alike. I thought p’raps–“
And so they conversed at some length, Mr. Hoopdriver delighted to find his horrible suspicion disposed of. The barmaid having listened awhile at the staircase volunteered some particulars of the young couple upstairs. Her modesty was much impressed by the young lady’s costume, so she intimated, and Mr. Hoopdriver whispered the badinage natural to the occasion, at which she was coquettishly shocked. „There’l nike air max 90 l be no knowing which is which, in a year or two,“ said the barmaid. „And her manner too! She got off her machine and give it ‚im to stick up against the kerb, and in she marched. ‚I and my brother,‘ says she, ‚want to cheap nike air max trainers stop here to-night. My brother doesn’t mind what kind of room ‚e ‚as, but I want a room with a good view, if there’s one to be got,‘ says she. He comes hurrying in after and looks at her. ‚I’ve settled the rooms,‘ she says, and ‚e says ‚damn!‘ just like that. I can fancy my brother letting me boss the show like that.“
„I dessay you do,“ said Mr. Hoopdriver, „if the truth was known.“
The barmaid looked down, smiled and shook her head, put down the tumbler, polished, and took up another that had been draining, and shook the drops of water into her little zinc sink.
„She’ll be a nice little lot to marry,“ said the barmaid. „She’ll be wearing the–well, b-dashes, as the sayin‘ is. I can’t think what girls is comin‘ to.“
This depreciation of the Young Lady in Grey was hardly to Hoopdriver’s taste. ③

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