Part 10 (1/2)
”I'm saying she was naturally a bonny bit kimmer rather than happit up to the nines.”
”Oh, go away,” cried Halliwell; whereupon Wearyworld descended the stair haughtily, declaring that the sheriff was an unreasonable man, and that he was a queer captain who did not understand the English language.
”Can I gae hame now, sheriff?” asked Langlands, hopefully.
”Take this fellow back to his cell,” Riach directed shortly, ”and whatever else you do, see that you capture this woman. Halliwell, I am going out to look for her myself. Confound it, what are you laughing at?”
”At the way this vixen has slipped through your fingers.”
”Not quite that, sir, not quite that. She is in Thrums still, and I swear I'll have her before day breaks. See to it, Halliwell, that if she is brought here in my absence she does not slip through your fingers.”
”If she is brought here,” said Halliwell, mocking him, ”you must return and protect me. It would be cruelty to leave a poor soldier in the hands of a woman of Thrums.”
”She is not a Thrums woman. You have been told so a dozen times.”
”Then I am not afraid.”
In the round-room (which is oblong) there is a throne on which the bailie sits when he dispenses justice. It is swathed in red cloths that give it the appearance of a pulpit. Left to himself, Halliwell flung off his cloak and taking a chair near this dais rested his legs on the bare wooden table, one on each side of the lamp. He was still in this position when the door opened, and two policemen thrust the Egyptian into the room.
Chapter Seven.
HAS THE FOLLY OF LOOKING INTO A WOMAN'S EYES BY WAY OF TEXT.
”This is the woman, captain,” one of the policemen said in triumph; ”and, begging your pardon, will you keep a grip of her till the sheriff comes back?”
Halliwell did not turn his head.
”You can leave her here,” he said carelessly. ”Three of us are not needed to guard a woman.”
”But she's a slippery customer.”
”You can go,” said Halliwell; and the policemen withdrew slowly, eyeing their prisoner doubtfully until the door closed. Then the officer wheeled round languidly, expecting to find the Egyptian gaunt and muscular.
”Now then,” he drawled, ”why----By Jove!”
The gallant soldier was as much taken aback as if he had turned to find a pistol at his ear. He took his feet off the table. Yet he only saw the gypsy's girlish figure in its red and green, for she had covered her face with her hands. She was looking at him intently between her fingers, but he did not know this. All he did want to know just then was what was behind the hands.
Before he spoke again she had perhaps made up her mind about him, for she began to sob bitterly. At the same time she slipped a finger over her ring.
”Why don't you look at me?” asked Halliwell, selfishly.
”I daurna.”
”Am I so fearsome?”
”You're a sojer, and you would shoot me like a craw.”
Halliwell laughed, and taking her wrists in his hands, uncovered her face.