FIFTH NARRATIVE
1. CHAPTER I
(continued)
"The sailor," he resumed, "asked if he could have a bed.
The landlord said "No; they were full." The barmaid
corrected him, and said "Number Ten was empty." A waiter was
sent for to show the sailor to Number Ten. Just before that,
Gooseberry had noticed the mechanic among the people at the bar.
Before the waiter had answered the call, the mechanic had vanished.
The sailor was taken off to his room. Not knowing what to do next,
Gooseberry had the wisdom to wait and see if anything happened.
Something did happen. The landlord was called for.
Angry voices were heard up-stairs. The mechanic suddenly made
his appearance again, collared by the landlord, and exhibiting,
to Gooseberry's great surprise, all the signs and tokens
of being drunk. The landlord thrust him out at the door,
and threatened him with the police if he came back.
From the altercation between them, while this was going on,
it appeared that the man had been discovered in Number Ten,
and had declared with drunken obstinacy that he had taken the room.
Gooseberry was so struck by this sudden intoxication of a
previously sober person, that he couldn't resist running
out after the mechanic into the street. As long as he was
in sight of the public-house, the man reeled about in the most
disgraceful manner. The moment he turned the corner of the street,
he recovered his balance instantly, and became as sober a member
of society as you could wish to see. Gooseberry went back
to "The Wheel of Fortune" in a very bewildered state of mind.
He waited about again, on the chance of something happening.
Nothing happened; and nothing more was to be heard, or seen,
of the sailor. Gooseberry decided on going back to the office.
Just as he came to this conclusion, who should appear, on the
opposite side of the street as usual, but the mechanic again!
He looked up at one particular window at the top of the
public-house, which was the only one that had a light in it.
The light seemed to relieve his mind. He left the place directly.
The boy made his way back to Gray's Inn--got your card
and message--called--and failed to find you. There you have
the state of the case, Mr. Blake, as it stands at the present
time."
"What is your own opinion of the case, Sergeant?"
"I think it's serious, sir. Judging by what the boy saw,
the Indians are in it, to begin with."
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