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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume The Whispering Lane — Chapter 13 (1925)

While the two walked up the cobblestone street to The Pink Cow, Dick very wisely held his tongue, easily conjecturing the reason for Trant’s unusual heat. The man was mortified that he had neglected Jimmy’s warning, and his pride was wounded by the lad’s percipience. However, being a just man, he swallowed that pride and blurted out an apology at the inn door. “It’s my own fault, Mr. Hustings, for I should not have been above taking a hint. The boy is clever and well-worth listening to. But I suppose old dogs don’t like being taught new tricks by young puppies.”
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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume The Whispering Lane — Chapter 13 (1925)

Dick nodded, comprehendingly, “it’s a case of the younger generation knocking at the door. Eh?”
“Something of that sort. Unless”—Trant spoke deliberately—“unless, I say, sir, this youngster is double-crossing us.”
“Nonsense! He told me, and he told you, that he suspects the couple. That alone should assure you of his honesty.”
“I don’t know, Mr. Hustings. After all, the boy knows much he won’t let out.”
“Whatever he does know is not being kept back to shield this woman,” retorted Dick, heatedly, “I’ll take my oath that Jimmy’s a white boy.”
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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume The Whispering Lane — Chapter 13 (1925)

Dick reminded him.
“Within limitations, Mr. Hustings; within limitations.” Trant was fuming, “But here he sends you a wire without consulting me, and now goes off on his own.”
“Is he chasing the fugitives?”
“I don't know: he said nothing, but just disappeared.”
“When did Wu Ti and his mistress go?”
“Yesterday afternoon or early last evening,” growled the inspector, gloomily, “it is impossible to fix the time. All I can learn is that they did not get away from here by any bus; nor did they board any train at Chelmsford.
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