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"Certainly, Sergeant--certainly. . . . Your men have been most
prompt." Sir Elkin dismissed him, and again bent his attention on
us. "You are all friends of the Professor's?" he asked.
"Two of us," said I. "This third is Mr. Farrell, who has come to
express his sincere regret."
The Principal's eyes, which had been softening, hardened again
suddenly with anger and suspicion. What must that ass Farrell do but
hold out his hand effusively? "Pleased to make your acquaintance,
Sir Elkin," he began. "Assure you--innocent--slightest intention--
quite without my approval--outrage--deplorable--last thing in the
world--"
He stammered, wagging a hand at vacancy; for the hand it reached to
grasp had swiftly withdrawn itself behind Sir Elkin's back, and
remained there.
"We will discuss your innocence later on, sir. Be very sure you will
be given occasion to establish it, if you can." Sir Elkin's glare,
under his iron-grey eyebrows, promised No Quarter. "Since you have
pushed your way in with these gentlemen, it may interest you to
follow us and see the results of your ignorant incitement.
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