"
Joe nodded, and the big car turned and crept silently away, while
Ravenslee, trundling onward, turned off to the left and so into a very
large, exceedingly neat garage where stood five or six automobiles of
various patterns in one of which, a luxurious limousine, an old, old man
snored blissfully. At the rumble of the barrow, however, this ancient
being choked upon a snore, coughed, swore plaintively, and finally sat
up. Perceiving Ravenslee, he blinked, rubbed his eyes, and stepping from
the car very nimbly despite his years, faced the intruder with a
ferocious scowl.
He was indeed a very ancient man, though very nattily dressed from
spotless collar to shiny patent leather shoes, a small, dandified,
bright-eyed man whose broken nose and battered features bore eloquent
testimony to long and hard usage.
"'Ook it!" he croaked, with square bony jaw fiercely outthrust. "We
don't want no peanuts 'ere, d'j 'ear? 'Op off, 'ook it before I break
every blessed bone in yer bloomin' body!"
"What, Old Un, don't you know me, either?"
"Lumme!" exclaimed the little old man, blinking beneath hoary brows.
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