The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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"I should have told him that, to pacify him, whether you had said it or not," candidly avowed Mrs. Jenkins. "And now I must go back home on the run. As good have no one to mind my shop as that young house-girl of ours. If a customer comes in for a pair of black stockings, she'll take and give 'em a white knitted nightcap. She's as deficient of common sense as Jenkins is. Your servant, sir. Good morning, young gentlemen!" "Here, wait a minute!" cried Mr. Galloway, as she was speeding off. "I cannot understand at all. The keys could not have been changed as they lay on the flags." "Neither can anybody else understand it," returned Mrs. Jenkins. "If Jenkins was not a sober man--and he had better let me catch him being anything else!--I should say the two, him and Ketch, had had a drop too much. The bishop himself could make neither top nor tail of it. It'll teach Jenkins not to go gallivanting again after other folk's business!" She finally turned away, and Mr. Galloway set himself to revolve the perplexing narrative. The more he thought, the less he was nearer doing so; like the bishop, he could make neither top nor tail of it. "It is entirely beyond belief!" he remarked to Arthur Channing; "unless Ketch took out the wrong keys!" "And if he took out the wrong keys, how could he have locked the south door?" interrupted Roland Yorke. "I'd lay anybody five shillings that those mischievous scamps of college boys were at the bottom of it; I taxed Gerald with it, and he flew out at me for my pains. But the seniors may not have been in it. You should have heard the bell clank |
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