And,
timid in her corner, she ventured to say pressingly:
"Be careful, Wilhelm! Remember the knives and revolvers in their
trunks."
In guise of thanks for that anxious reminder, he swore horribly in
the direction of her shrinking person. In her scanty nightdress, and
barefooted, she recalled a mediaeval penitent being reproved for her
sins in blasphemous terms. Those lethal weapons were always present to
Schomberg's mind. Personally, he had never seen them. His part, ten
days after his guests' arrival, had been to lounge in manly, careless
attitudes on the veranda--keeping watch--while Mrs. Schomberg, provided
with a bunch of assorted keys, her discoloured teeth chattering and her
globular eyes absolutely idiotic with fright, was "going through" the
luggage of these strange clients. Her terrible Wilhelm had insisted on
it.
"I'll be on the look-out, I tell you," he said. "I shall give you a
whistle when I see them coming back. You couldn't whistle. And if he
were to catch you at it, and chuck you out by the scruff of the neck, it
wouldn't hurt you much; but he won't touch a woman. Not he! He has told
me so. Affected beast. I must find out something about their little
game, and so there's an end of it. Go in! Go now! Quick march!"
It had been an awful job; but she did go in, because she was much more
afraid of Schomberg than of any possible consequences of the act.
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