blue dusk, he saw an old man staggering, carrying a rush basket in one hand and an indescribable something in the other. He was evidently in a hurry, this ancient. From time to time he looked back over his shoulder as though he expected pursuit. Breathlessly, he mounted the stile and fell over rather than surmounted it.
Stumbling to his feet, he saw Joe sitting at the wheel of the van, and gaped at him toothlessly, his eyes wide with horror. Joe the Runner recognized the signs.
âWhat have you been doinâ?â he demanded sternly.
For a few minutes the breathless old man could not speak; blinked fearfully at his interrogator; and then:
âHeâs fired me,â he croaked. âWouldnât give me no turkey or nothin, so I went up to the âAll and pinched one.â
âOh!â said Joe judiciously.
It was not an unpleasant sensation, sitting in judgement on a fellow creature.
âThere was such a bother and a fuss and shouting going onâ¦what with the safe beinâ found broke open, and that foreign man being caught, that nobody seed me,â whimpered the elderly Mr Timmins.
âEh?â said Joe. âWhatâs thatâsafe broken open?â
The old man nodded.
âI heered âem when I was hiding in the pantry. His lordship found that the safe had been opened anâ money took. He sent for the constable, and theyâve got the prince locked up in a room, with the undergardener and the butler on guard outside the doorââ
He looked down at the frozen turkey in his red, numbed hand; and his lips twitched pathetically.
âHis lordship promised me a turkey and his lordship said I shouldnât haveââ
Joe Runner was a quick thinker. âJump up in the truck,â he commanded roughly. âWhere do you live?â
âAbout three miles from here,â began Mr Timmins.
Joe leaned over, and pulled him up, parcel, bag and turkey.
âGet through into the back, and keep quiet.â
He leapt down, cranked up the engine with some difficulty, and sent the little trolley lumbering on to the main road. When he passed three officers in a police car speeding towards Carfane Hall his heart was in his mouth, but he was not challenged. Presently, at the urgent desire of the old man, he stopped at the end of a row of cottages.
âGawd bless you, mister!â whimpered Mr Timmins. âIâll never do a thing like this againââ
âHi!â said Joe sternly. âWhat do I get out of this?â
And then, as the recollection of a debt came to him:
âLeave the turkeyâand hop!â
Mr Timmins hopped.
***
It was nine oâclock on Christmas morning, and Angela Willett had just finished her packing.
Outside the skies were dark and cheerless, snow and rain were falling together, so that this tiny furnished room had almost a palatial atmosphere in comparison with the drear world outside.
âI suppose itâs too early to cook the sausagesâby the way, our train leaves at ten tonight, so we neednât invent ways of spending the eveningâcome in.â
It was Joe the Runner, rather wet but smiling. He carried under his arm something wrapped in an old newspaper.
âExcuse me, miss,â he said, as he removed the covering, âbut a gent I met in the street asked me to give you this.â
âA turkey!â gasped Angela. âHow wonderfulâ¦who was it?â
âI donât know, missâan old gentleman,â said Joe vaguely. âHe said âBe sure anâ give it to the young lady herselfâwishinâ her a happy Christmasâ. â
They gazed on the carcase in awe and ecstasy. As the front door slammed, announcing Joeâs hasty departure:
âAn old gentleman,â said Angela slowly. âUncle Peter!â
âUncle grandmother!â smiled John. âI believe he stole it!â
âHow uncharitable you are!â she reproached
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