"Well, then," he said, "I'll only just say that I'm very glad you came to me about this--very glad, indeed.And I shouldn't be surprised if I found out something very soon.I know a great many Russians in London, and every Russian knows HIS name.Now tell me all about yourselves."He turned to the others, but there was only one other, and that was Peter.Phyllis had disappeared.
"Tell me all about yourself," said the old gentleman again.And, quite naturally, Peter was stricken dumb.
"All right, we'll have an examination," said the old gentleman; "you two sit on the table, and I'll sit on the bench and ask questions."He did, and out came their names and ages--their Father's name and business--how long they had lived at Three Chimneys and a great deal more.
The questions were beginning to turn on a herring and a half for three halfpence, and a pound of lead and a pound of feathers, when the door of the waiting room was kicked open by a boot; as the boot entered everyone could see that its lace was coming undone--and in came Phyllis, very slowly and carefully.
In one hand she carried a large tin can, and in the other a thick slice of bread and butter.
"Afternoon tea," she announced proudly, and held the can and the bread and butter out to the old gentleman, who took them and said:--"Bless my soul!"
"Yes," said Phyllis.
"It's very thoughtful of you," said the old gentleman, "very.""But you might have got a cup," said Bobbie, "and a plate.""Perks always drinks out of the can," said Phyllis, flushing red.
"I think it was very nice of him to give it me at all--let alone cups and plates," she added.
"So do I," said the old gentleman, and he drank some of the tea and tasted the bread and butter.
And then it was time for the next train, and he got into it with many good-byes and kind last words.
"Well," said Peter, when they were left on the platform, and the tail-lights of the train disappeared round the corner, "it's my belief that we've lighted a candle to-day--like Latimer, you know, when he was being burned--and there'll be fireworks for our Russian before long."And so there were.
It wasn't ten days after the interview in the waiting room that the three children were sitting on the top of the biggest rock in the field below their house watching the 5.15 steam away from the station along the bottom of the valley.They saw, too, the few people who had got out at the station straggling up the road towards the village--and they saw one person leave the road and open the gate that led across the fields to Three Chimneys and to nowhere else.
"Who on earth!" said Peter, scrambling down.
"Let's go and see," said Phyllis.
So they did.And when they got near enough to see who the person was, they saw it was their old gentleman himself, his brass buttons winking in the afternoon sunshine, and his white waistcoat looking whiter than ever against the green of the field.
"Hullo!" shouted the children, waving their hands.
"Hullo!" shouted the old gentleman, waving his hat.
Then the three started to run--and when they got to him they hardly had breath left to say:--"How do you do?"
