FIFTH NARRATIVE
1. CHAPTER I
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"Gooseberry," said the Sergeant, patting his head, "you have got
something in that small skull of yours--and it isn't cotton-wool.
I am greatly pleased with you, so far."
The boy blushed with pleasure. Sergeant Cuff went on.
"Well? and what did the sailor do, when he got into the street?"
"He called a cab, sir."
"And what did you do?"
"Held on behind, and run after it.
Before the Sergeant could put his next question, another visitor
was announced--the head clerk from Mr. Bruff's office.
Feeling the importance of not interrupting Sergeant Cuff's
examination of the boy, I received the clerk in another room.
He came with bad news of his employer. The agitation and excitement
of the last two days had proved too much for Mr. Bruff.
He had awoke that morning with an attack of gout; he was confined
to his room at Hampstead; and, in the present critical condition
of our affairs, he was very uneasy at being compelled to leave
me without the advice and assistance of an experienced person.
The chief clerk had received orders to hold himself at
my disposal, and was willing to do his best to replace
Mr. Bruff.
I wrote at once to quiet the old gentleman's mind, by telling him of Sergeant
Cuff's visit: adding that Gooseberry was at that moment under examination;
and promising to inform Mr. Bruff, either personally, or by letter,
of whatever might occur later in the day. Having despatched the clerk
to Hampstead with my note, I returned to the room which I had left, and found
Sergeant Cuff at the fireplace, in the act of ringing the bell.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Blake," said the Sergeant. "I was just
going to send word by your servant that I wanted to speak to you.
There isn't a doubt on my mind that this boy--this most meritorious boy,"
added the Sergeant, patting Gooseberry on the head, "has followed
the right man. Precious time has been lost, sir, through your
unfortunately not being at home at half past ten last night.
The only thing to do, now, is to send for a cab immediately."
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