"
Dollops' countenance widened into a delighted grin.
Later, Dollops, in the act of laying out Cleek's clothes for dinner,
while Cleek himself unpacked leisurely and made the braces that held the
mirror of the dressing-table gay with multi-coloured ties, gave out the
news of his promised visit to the Pig and Whistle with the august Borkins
with something akin to triumph.
"That's right, lad, that's right. Get friendly with 'em!" returned Cleek
with a pleased smile. "I've an idea we're going to have a pretty lively
time down here, if I'm not much mistaken. Stick to that chap Borkins as
you would to glue. Don't let him get away from you. Follow him wherever
he goes, but don't let the other servants in the place slip out from your
watchful eye, either. Those Frozen Flames want looking into. I have grave
suspicions of Borkins. His sort generally knows more than almost any
other sort, and he appeared to be sizing me up pretty carefully. I
shouldn't wonder at all, if he had an idea already that I am not the 'man
about town' I appear to be.
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