Tinker Two; Further Adventures of the Admirable Tinker

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ... their receding train. "The train's gone," she said. "What have you been doing?" Mr. Oliver Brown had a sudden fit of aphasia: his mouth opened and shut, but no words issued from it. However, he wrung his hands. By missing that train they failed to catch the night train to Paris, and had to sleep at Cologne. Mr. Oliver Brown locked his little charge in her bedroom, and made a hearty and peaceful supper. After it he bethought himself of his little charge's money, and went to get it. He stole noiselessly into her room, and fell loudly over the water-jug. A crescendo of piercing shrieks from her informed three stories of his mishap. When he had made his explanations, all of them promptly but shrilly contradicted, by his little charge, to two dozen affrighted guests, seven waiters, four chambermaids, and the manager, he had but little voice left. But later he managed to awake yelling from a nightmare in which his little charge sat on his chest and weighed several tons. The journey to Paris was in comparison uneventful. It is true that his little charge was full of childish confidences to their fellow-travelers about Mr. Oliver Brown's condition in life as private detective in the pay of blackmailers; but he was growing used to the frankness of the world, and he endured. At the Paris terminus, however, she stumbled clumsily against him, with the result that he hit his knee hard against a fine upstanding specimen of the Saratoga trunk; and he slapped her face. There was a piercing scream of anguish; a burst of childish confidences shrieked out between heartrending sobs; and four gendarmes were put to it to preserve Mr. Oliver Brown from the attention of the crowd, one of whom had thoughtfully unknotted a rope from a trunk with a view to suspen...