You see, we shall be outside
the Gidney Shallows, and number twelve will pick us up. Put all
the fishing tackle in the boat, and don't forget the bait. We must
never lose sight of the fact, Jimmy, that the main object of our
lives is to catch fish."
"That's right, sir," was the hearty assent.
"We'll be off at seven o'clock sharp, then," Sir Henry decided.
"The tide'll be on the flow by that time," Jimmy observed, "and
we'll get off from the staith breakwater. That do be a fine piece
of work and no mistake," he added, as the false back of the cabinet
glided slowly to its place.
Sir Henry chuckled.
"It's nothing to the one I've got on number twelve, Jimmy," he said.
"I've got the seaweed on that, pretty well. You'll take a drop of
whisky on your way out?" he added. "Mills will look after you."
"I thank you kindly, sir."
Mills answered the bell with some concern in his face.
"The inspector is here to see you, sir," he announced. "He did
mention something about the lights. I'm sure we've all been most
careful. Even her ladyship has only used a candle in her bedroom."
"Show the inspector in," Sir Henry directed, "and I'll hear what
he has to say. And give Dumble some whisky as he goes out, and a
cigar."
"Wishing you good night, sir," the latter said, as he followed
Mills. "I'll be punctual in the morning.
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