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"Hello," he said genially. "I've got a crackin' good seat. You kin set with me if you like.",Maurice nodded, his face grave.,"It is not only drink," said Miss Acton. "They tell me he is accustomed to bet very heavily.","Course, if you ain't here when I get back the bargain's off. Understand?",The slender sensitive fingers of the specialist lifted the lids of the unseeing eyes. Intently he examined them, then with a quick smile that transformed his grave face to almost boyish gladness, he spoke.,"That ain't my fault!" bawled the man at the receding figure.,"Will we foller 'em, Bill?" asked Maurice eagerly.,"Croaker brought you that?" he gasped. "Well, I'll be shot!" Billy stood up and gazed about him. "Where's Croaker now?" he asked.,Walter moved quickly to execute the order. Mr. Johnston addressed the rest of the pupils. "School is now dismissed until we raise the windows and air the room.","But with the two of 'em," cried Billy eagerly, "we kin surely find the will, Harry.",They went on board the several vessels lying in the harbour, but the answer they received was that of the wharf: Miss Lucy Acton had not been seen, or at all events noticed.,Admiral Sir William Lawrence was also highly respected, and people spoke with pride of his living in their neighbourhood. It was likewise well known that Mr Lawrence was a friend of the Actons, and in a small town of small gossips the idea if not the circumstance of Mr Lawrence having offered for the hand of the beautiful Miss Acton was not likely to be[Pg 142] neglected or overlooked, and to do the gossips justice, they imputed the rejection of the handsome and dashing young Naval officer to his loose habits..