and Mrs. Brown; if the Brungers are not
employed to draggle silken petticoats and fine linen through the
Divorce Court, there is work for them among humbler washing baskets.
Jealous little shop-keepers have erring little wives, and common
little wives have naughty little husbands: these come to your
Brungers. And if, again, the Brungers do not dog the footsteps of your
fifty-thousand-pound men, your embezzlement-over-a-period-of-ten-years
men, your cheque-forging men--if the Brungers are invited to do no
dogging after these, there are pickings for them in less flashy
crimes. Hiding in cupboard work while the sweated little shop-
assistant slips a marked shilling from the till, hiding in basement
work while a trembling little figure creeps down and pilfers the
stock--these are the pranks that come to your Brungers.
II.
While Mr. Marrapit at Herons' Holt was addressing to his household
grouped about him his orders relative to the search for the Rose of
Sharon, Mr. David Brunger at Bolt Buildings was entering the door
marked "DAVID BRUNGER (Private)."
A telephone, a gas stove, a roll-top desk, an office chair, an
armchair, a tiny deal table and a wooden-seated chair comprised the
furniture of the apartment.
"For myself, I like severity and simplicity of surroundings," Mr.
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