Brick was the family name for Robert, one of the
youngest of this household.
Of Beverly's movements the story must be more briefly
told. They took more time than Tom's; as much indeed as
his sister's, after they parted. But they were conducted
by means of that marvel of marvels, the telegraph,--the
chief of whose marvels is that it compels even a long-
winded generation like ours to speak in very short metre.
Beverly began with Mr. Bundy at Georgetown.
Georgetown is but a quiet place on the most active of
days. On Christmas Day Beverly found but little stirring
out of doors.
Still, with the directory, with the advice of a
saloon-keeper and the information of a police officer,
Beverly tracked Mr. Bundy to his lair.
It was not a notary's office, it was a liquor shop of
the lowest grade, with many badly painted signs, which
explained that this was "Our House," and that here Mr.
Bundy made and sold with proper license--let us be
grateful--Tom and Jerry, Smashes, Cocktails, and did
other "deeds without a name." On this occasion, however,
even the door of "Our House" was closed. Mr. Bundy had
gone to a turkey-shooting match at Fairfax Court House.
The period of his return was very doubtful. He had never
done anything but keep this drinking-room since old Mrs.
Gilbert turned him out of doors.
With this information Master Beverly returned to
town.
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