His Other Self - Night Watches, Part 10. by W. W. Jacobs
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I locked the gate arter 'em and went back to the office, and I 'adn't been there above 'arf an hour when somebody started ringing the gate- bell as if they was mad. I thought it was the cook's lot come back at fust, so I opened the wicket just a trifle and peeped out. There was a 'ansom-cab standing outside, and I 'ad hardly got my nose to the crack when the actor-chap, still in my clothes, pushed the door open and nipped in. "You've lost," he ses, pushing the door to and smiling all over. "Where's your sixpence?" "Lost?" I ses, hardly able to speak. "D'ye mean to tell me you've been to my wife arter all--arter all I said to you?" "I do," he ses, nodding, and smiling agin. "They were both deceived as easy as easy." "Both?" I ses, staring at 'im. "Both wot? 'Ow many wives d'ye think I've got? Wot d'ye mean by it?" "Arter I left you," he ses, giving me a little poke in the ribs, "I picked up a cab and, fust leaving my bag at Aldgate, I drove on to your 'ouse and knocked at the door. I knocked twice, and then an angry- looking woman opened it and asked me wot I wanted. "'It's all right, missis,' I ses. 'I've got 'arf an hour off, and I've come to take you out for a walk.' "'Wot?' she ses, drawing back with a start. |
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