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Title: Dialstone Lane, Complete
Author: W.W. Jacobs
Release Date: April 9, 2004 [EBook #11976]
Language: English
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DIALSTONE LANE
Complete

By W.W. Jacobs
CHAPTER I
Mr. Edward Tredgold sat in the private office of Tredgold and Son,
land and estate agents, gazing through the prim wire blinds at the
peaceful High Street of Binchester. Tredgold senior, who believed in
work for the young, had left early. Tredgold junior, glad at an
opportunity of sharing his father's views, had passed most of the work
on to a clerk who had arrived in the world exactly three weeks after
himself.
"Binchester gets duller and duller," said Mr. Tredgold to himself,
wearily. "Two skittish octogenarians, one gloomy baby, one gloomier
nursemaid, and three dogs in the last five minutes. If it wasn't for the
dogs--Halloa!"
He put down his pen and, rising, looked over the top of the blind at a
girl who was glancing from side to side of the road as though in search
of an address.
"A visitor," continued Mr. Tredgold, critically. "Girls like that only
visit Binchester, and then take the first train back, never to return."
The girl turned at that moment and, encountering the forehead and eyes,
gazed at them until they sank slowly behind the protection of the blind.
"She's coming here," said Mr. Tredgold, watching through the wire.
"Wants to see our time-table, I expect."
He sat down at the table again, and taking up his pen took some papers
from a pigeon-hole and eyed them with severe thoughtfulness.
"A lady to see you, sir," said a clerk, opening the door.
Mr. Tredgold rose and placed a chair.
"I have called for the key of the cottage in Dialstone Lane," said the girl,

still standing. "My uncle, Captain Bowers, has not arrived yet, and I am
told that you are the landlord."
Mr. Tredgold bowed. "The next train is due at six," he observed, with a
glance at the time-table hanging on the wall; "I expect he'll come by
that. He was here on Monday seeing the last of the furniture in. Are you
Miss Drewitt?"
"Yes," said the girl. "If you'll kindly give me the key, I can go in and
wait for him."
Mr. Tredgold took it from a drawer. "If you will allow me, I will go
down with you," he said, slowly;" the lock is rather awkward for
anybody who doesn't understand it."
The girl murmured something about not troubling him.
"It's no trouble," said Mr. Tredgold, taking up his hat. "It is our duty to
do all we can for the comfort of our tenants. That lock--"
He held the door open and followed her into the street, pointing out
various objects of interest as they went along.
"I'm afraid you'll find Binchester very quiet," he remarked.
"I like quiet," said his companion.
Mr. Tredgold glanced at her shrewdly, and, pausing only at the jubilee
horse-trough to point out beauties which might easily escape any but a
trained observation, walked on in silence until they reached their
destination.
Except in the matter of window-blinds, Dialstone Lane had not
changed for generations, and Mr. Tredgold noted with pleasure the
interest of his companion as she gazed at the crumbling roofs, the
red-brick doorsteps, and the tiny lattice windows of the cottages. At the
last house, a cottage larger than the rest, one side of which bordered the
old churchyard, Mr. Tredgold paused and, inserting his key in the lock,

turned it with thoughtless ease.
"The lock seems all right; I need not have bothered you," said Miss
Drewitt, regarding him gravely.
"Ah, it seems easy," said Mr. Tredgold, shaking his head," but it wants
knack."
The girl closed the door smartly, and, turning the key, opened it again
without any difficulty. To satisfy herself--on more points than one--she
repeated the performance.
"You've got the knack," said Mr. Tredgold, meeting her gaze with great
calmness. "It's extraordinary what a lot of character there is in locks;
they let some people open them without any trouble, while others may
fumble at them till they're tired."
The girl pushed the door open and stood just inside the room.
"Thank you," she said, and gave him a little bow of dismissal.
A vein of obstinacy in Mr.