Zachariah from moving in order to put more
water on the tea.
"Excuse me, pray;" but as he had risen somewhat suddenly to reach the
kettle, he caught the table-cloth on his knee, and in a moment his
cup and saucer and the plate were on the floor in twenty pieces, and
the tea running all over the carpet. Zachariah looked at his wife,
and expected to see her half frantic. But no; though it was her best
china, she stopped the Major's apologies, and assured him, with
something almost like laughter, that it was not of the slightest
consequence. "Tea doesn't stain; I hope it has not gone on your
coat;" and producing a duster from the cupboard, the evil, save the
loss of the crockery, was remedied in a couple of minutes.
At half-past seven o'clock the Major and Zachariah departed. They
walked across the top of Hatton Garden, and so onwards till they came
to Red Lion Street. Entering a low passage at the side of a small
public-house, they went up some stairs, and found themselves opposite
a door which was locked. The Major gave three taps and then paused.
A moment afterwards he tapped again twice; the lock was turned, and
he was admitted. Zachariah found himself in a spacious kind of loft.
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