"I'll go," he said resolutely.
"Thanks, awfully," said Miss Brodie. "I shall feel so much safer with
you in the waiting room."
It was a difficult matter to surprise Mr. Rae, and even more difficult
to extract from him any sign of surprise, but when Dunn, leaving Miss
Brodie and his brother in the anteroom, entered Mr. Rae's private office
and laid the letter for Mr. Sheratt before him, remarking, "This letter
is from Sir Archibald, and withdraws the prosecution," Mr. Rae stood
speechless, gazing now at the letter in his hand, and now at Mr. Dunn's
face.
"God bless my soul! This is unheard of. How came you by this, Sir?"
"Miss Brodie--" began Dunn.
"Miss Brodie?"
"She is in the waiting room, Sir."
"Then, for heaven's sake, bring her in! Davie, Davie! Where is that man
now? Here, Davie, a message to Mr. Thomlinson."
Davie entered with deliberate composure.
"My compliments to Mr. Thomlinson, and ask if he would step over at
once. It is a matter of extreme urgency. Be quick!"
But Davie had his own mind as to the fitness of things. "Wad a note no'
be better, Sir? Wull not--?"
"Go, will you!" almost shouted Mr. Rae.
Davie was so startled at Mr. Rae's unusual vehemence that he seized his
cap and made for the door. "He'll no' come for the like o' me," he
said, pausing with the door-knob in his hand.
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