Penfold had given him, and placed them in his belt. Then
he went downstairs and put the handcuffs into the pocket of his great
coat. He then went to the bar, where the landlord was kindling a fire.
"I want a bottle of whisky, landlord, a loaf of bread, and a big lump
of cheese." As he was waiting for these, Lieutenant Desmond joined
him.
"That's right, Conway, there is nothing like laying in a stock of
creature comforts when you have the chance. Look here, landlord, get
an empty bottle and put half the whisky in, and then fill them both up
with water. Cut that loaf of bread in halves; in that way we can get
it in our pockets. That's right; now do the same with the cheese. You
and I may not be together, Conway, so it's just as well to divide the
commissariat; to say nothing of the convenience of carriage. Now, have
you got the handcuffs? That's right, we will be off at once."
The landlord went to the door with them and looked after them,
somewhat surprised at seeing no soldiers about.
"What can they be up to by themselves at this hour of the morning?" he
said to himself. "Well, they are two nice young fellows anyway, and I
hope that they are not going to get into mischief. Now I will just
make up the fire, and then sit down for an hour's snooze in my
arm-chair. The captain said he was to be called at six.
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