You can manage to put him up somewhere,
I suppose? I was a fool not to have mentioned it before, but the lad
entirely slipped my memory. He helps me, too, in other things, and there
is always a good deal to be learned from the servants' hall, you know,
Sir Nigel.... You can manage with Dollops, can't you? Otherwise he can
put up at the village inn."
Merriton shook his head decisively.
"Of course not, Mr. Headland. Wouldn't hear of such a thing. Anybody who
is going to be useful to you in this case is, as you know, absolutely
welcome to Merriton Towers. He won't get much out of Borkins though,
I don't mind telling you."
"Hmm. Well that remains to be seen, doesn't it, Mr. Narkom?" returned
Cleek, with a smile. "Dollops has a way. And he knows it. I'll warrant
there won't be much that Borkins can keep from the sharp little devil!
Well, it seems to be getting dusk rapidly, Sir Nigel, what about those
flames now, eh? I'd like to have a look at 'em if it's possible."
Merriton screwed his head round to the window, and noted the gathering
gloom which the fire and the electric lights within had managed to
neutralize.
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