the ragged trousered philanthropists-第63节

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　in　fact；　'e　was　quite　recovered；　and　'e　was　coming　back　again。　　But　while　'e　was　standin'　on　the　platform　at　Monte　Carlo　Station　waitin'　for　the　train；　a　porter　runned　into　'im　with　a　barrer　load　o'　luggage；　and　'e　blowed　up。'

‘Blowed　up？'

‘Yes；'　repeated　Philpot。　　‘Blowed　up！　　Busted！　　Exploded！　　All　into　pieces。　　But　they　swep'　'em　all　up　and　put　it　in　a　corfin　and　it's　to　be　planted　this　afternoon。'

Harlow　maintained　an　awestruck　silence；　and　Philpot　continued：

‘I　had　a　drink　the　other　night　with　a　butcher　bloke　what　used　to　serve　this　parson　with　meat；　and　we　was　talkin'　about　what　a　strange　sort　of　death　it　was；　but　'e　said　'e　wasn't　at　all　surprised　to　'ear　of　it；　the　only　thing　as　'e　wondered　at　was　that　the　man　didn't　blow　up　long　ago；　considerin'　the　amount　of　grub　as　'e　used　to　make　away　with。　　He　ses　the　quantities　of　stuff　as　'e's　took　there　and　seen　other　tradesmen　take　was　something　chronic。　　Tons　of　it！'

‘What　was　the　parson's　name？'　asked　Harlow。

‘Belcher。　　You　must　'ave　noticed　'im　about　the　town。　　A　very　fat　chap；'　replied　Philpot。　　‘I'm　sorry　you　wasn't　'ere　on　Saturday　to　see　the　corfin　plate。　　Frank　called　me　in　to　see　the　wordin'　when　'e'd　finished　it。　　It　had　on：　〃Jonydab　Belcher。　　Born　January　1st；　1849。　Ascended；　December　8th；　19〃'

‘Oh；　I　know　the　bloke　now！'　cried　Harlow。　　‘I　remember　my　youngsters　bringin'　'ome　a　subscription　list　what　they'd　got　up　at　the　Sunday　School　to　send　'im　away　for　a　'ollerday　because　'e　was　ill；　and　I　gave　'em　a　penny　each　to　put　on　their　cards　because　I　didn't　want　'em　to　feel　mean　before　the　other　young　'uns。'

‘Yes；　it's　the　same　party。　　Two　or　three　young　'uns　asked　me　to　give　'em　something　to　put　on　at　the　time。　　And　I　see　they've　got　another　subscription　list　on　now。　　I　met　one　of　Newman's　children　yesterday　and　she　showed　it　to　me。　　It's　for　an　entertainment　and　a　Christmas　Tree　for　all　the　children　what　goes　to　the　Sunday　School；　so　I　didn't　mind　giving　just　a　trifle　for　anything　like　that。'　。。。

‘Seems　to　be　gettin'　colder；　don't　it？'

‘It's　enough　to　freeze　the　ears　orf　a　brass　monkey！'　remarked　Easton　as　he　descended　from　a　ladder　close　by　and；　placing　his　pot　of　paint　on　the　pound；　began　to　try　to　warm　his　hands　by　rubbing　and　beating　them　together。

He　was　trembling；　and　his　teeth　were　chattering　with　cold。

‘I　could　just　do　with　a　nice　pint　of　beer；　now；'　he　said　as　he　stamped　his　feet　on　the　pound。

‘That's　just　what　I　was　thinkin'；'　said　Philpot；　wistfully；　'and　what's　more；　I　mean　to　'ave　one；　too；　at　dinner…time。　　I　shall　nip　down　to　the　〃Cricketers〃。　　Even　if　I　don't　get　back　till　a　few　minutes　after　one；　it　won't　matter；　because　Crass　and　Nimrod　will　be　gorn　to　the　funeral。'

‘Will　you　bring　me　a　pint　back　with　you；　in　a　bottle？'　asked　Easton。

‘Yes；　certainly；'　said　Philpot。

Harlow　said　nothing。　　He　also　would　have　liked　a　pint　of　beer；　but；　as　was　usual　with　him；　he　had　not　the　necessary　cash。　　Having　restored　the　circulation　to　a　certain　extent；　they　now　resumed　their　work；　and　only　just　in　time；　for　a　few　minutes　afterwards　they　observed　Misery　peeping　round　the　corner　of　the　house　at　them　and　they　wondered　how　long　he　had　been　there；　and　whether　he　had　overheard　their　conversation。

At　twelve　o'clock　Crass　and　Slyme　cleared　off　in　a　great　hurry；　and　a　little　while　afterwards；　Philpot　took　off　his　apron　and　put　on　his　coat　to　go　to　the　‘Cricketers'。　　When　the　others　found　out　where　he　was　going；　several　of　them　asked　him　to　bring　back　a　drink　for　them；　and　then　someone　suggested　that　all　those　who　wanted　some　beer　should　give　twopence　each。　　This　was　done：　one　shilling　and　fourpence　was　collected　and　given　to　Philpot；　who　was　to　bring　back　a　gallon　of　beer　in　a　jar。　　He　promised　to　get　back　as　soon　as　ever　he　could；　and　some　of　the　shareholders　decided　not　to　drink　any　tea　with　their　dinners；　but　to　wait　for　the　beer；　although　they　knew　that　it　would　be　nearly　time　to　resume　work　before　he　could　get　back。　　It　would　be　a　quarter　to　one　at　the　very　earliest。

The　minutes　dragged　slowly　by；　and　after　a　while　the　only　man　on　the　job　who　had　a　watch　began　to　lose　his　temper　and　refused　to　answer　any　more　inquiries　concerning　the　time。　　So　presently　Bert　was　sent　up　to　the　top　of　the　house　to　look　at　a　church　clock　which　was　visible　therefrom；　and　when　he　came　down　he　reported　that　it　was　ten　minutes　to　one。

Symptoms　of　anxiety　now　began　to　manifest　themselves　amongst　the　shareholders；　several　of　whom　went　down　to　the　main　road　to　see　if　Philpot　was　yet　in　sight；　but　each　returned　with　the　same　report　…　they　could　see　nothing　of　him。

No　one　was　formally　‘in　charge'　of　the　job　during　Crass's　absence；　but　they　all　returned　to　their　work　promptly　at　one　because　they　feared　that　Sawkins　or　some　other　sneak　might　report　any　irregularity　to　Crass　or　Misery。

At　a　quarter…past　one；　Philpot　was　still　missing　and　the　uneasiness　of　the　shareholders　began　to　develop　into　a　panic。　　Some　of　them　plainly　expressed　the　opinion　that　he　had　gone　on　the　razzle　with　the　money。　As　the　time　wore　on；　this　became　the　general　opinion。　　At　two　o'clock；　all　hope　of　his　return　having　been　abandoned；　two　or　three　of　the　shareholders　went　and　drank　some　of　the　cold　tea。

Their　fears　were　only　too　well　founded；　for　they　saw　no　more　of　Philpot　till　the　next　morning；　when　he　arrived　looking　very　sheepish　and　repentant　and　promised　to　refund　all　the　money　on　Saturday。　　He　also　made　a　long；　rambling　statement　from　which　it　appeared　that　on　his　way　to　the　‘Cricketers'　he　met　a　couple　of　chaps　whom　he　knew　who　were　out　of　work；　and　he　invited　them　to　come　and　have　a　drink。　　When　they　got　to　the　pub；　they　found　there　the　Semi…drunk　and　the　Besotted　Wretch。　　One　drink　led　to　another；　and　then　they　started　arguing；　and　he　had　forgotten　all　about　the　gallon　of　beer　until　he　woke　up　this　morning。

Whilst　Philpot　was　making　this　explanation　they　were　putting　on　their　aprons　and　blouses；　and　Crass　was　serving　out　the　lots　of　colour。　Slyme　took　no　part　in　the　conversation；　but　got　ready　as　quickly　as　possible　and　went　outside　to　make　a　start。　　The　reason　for　this　haste　soon　became　apparent　to　some　of　the　others；　for　they　noticed　that　he　had　selected　and　commenced　painting　a　large　window　that　was　so　situated　as　to　be　sheltered　from　the　keen　wind　that　was　blowing。

The　basement　of　the　house　was　slightly　below　the　level　of　the　ground　and　there　was　a　sort　of　a　trench　or　area　about　three　feet　deep　in　front　of　the　basement　windows。　　The　banks　of　this　trench　were　covered　with　rose　trees　and　evergreens；　and　the　bottom　was　a　mass　of　slimy；　evil…smelling；　rain…sodden　earth；　foul　with　the　excrement　of　nocturnal　animals。　　To　second…coat　these　basement　windows；　Philpot　and　Harlow　had　to　get　down　into　and　stand　in　all　this　filth；　which　soaked　through　the　worn　and　broken　soles　of　their　boots。　　As　they　worked；　the　thorns　of　the　rose　trees　caught　and　tore　their　clothing　and　lacerated　the　flesh　of　their　half…frozen　hands。

Owen　and　Easton　were　working　on　ladders　doing　the　windows　immediately　above　Philpot　and　Harlow；　Sawkins；　on　another　ladder；　was　painting　one　of　the　gables；　and　the　other　men　were　working　at　different　parts　of　the　outside　of　the　house。　　The　boy　Bert　was　painting　the　iron　railings　of　the　front　fence。　　The　weather　was　bitterly　cold；　the　sun　was　concealed　by　the　dreary　expanse　of　grey　cloud　that　covered　the　wintry　sky。

As　they　stood　there　working　most　of　the　time　they　were　almost　perfectly　motionless；　the　only　part　of　their　bodies　that　were　exercised　being　their　right　arms。　　The　work　they　were　now　doing　required　to　be　done　very　carefully　and　deliberately；　otherwise　the　glass　would　be　‘messed　up'　or　the　white　paint　of　the　frames　would　‘run　into'　the　dark　green　of　the　sashes；　both　colours　being　wet　at　the　same　time；　each　man　having　two　pots　of　paint　and　two　sets　of　brushes。　　The　wind　was　not　blowing　in　sudden　gusts；　but　swept　by　in　a　strong；　persistent　current　that　penetrated　their　clothing　and　left　them　trembling　and　numb　with　cold。　　It　blew　from　the　right；　and　it　was　all　the　worse　on　that　account；　because　the　right　arm；　being　in　use；　left　that　side　of　the　body　fully　exposed。　　They　were　able　to　keep　their　left　hands　in　their　trousers　pockets　and　the　left　arm　close　to　the　side　most　of　the　time。　　This　made　a　lot　of　difference。

Another　reason　why　it　is　worse　when　the　wind　strikes　upon　one　from　the　right　side　is　that　the　buttons　on　a　man's　coat　are　always　on　the　right　side；　and　consequently　the　wind　gets　underneath。　　Philpot　realized　this　all　the　more　because　some　of　the　buttons　on　his　coat　and　waistcoat　were　missing。

As　they　worked　on；　trembling　with　cold；　and　with　their　teeth　chattering；　their　faces　and　hands　became　of　that　pale　violet　colour　generally　seen　on　the　lips　of　a　corpse。　　Their　eyes　became　full　of　water　and　the　lids　were　red　and　inflamed。　　Philpot's　and　Harlow's　boots　were　soon　wet　through；　with　the　water　they　absorbed　from　the　damp　ground；　and　their　feet　were　sore　and　intensely　painful　with　cold。

Their　hands；　of　course；　suffered　the　most；　becoming　so　numbed　that　they　were　unable　to　feel　the　brushes　they　held；　in　fact；　presently；　as　Philpot　was　taking　a　dip　of　colour；　the　brush　fell　from　his　hand　into　the　pot；　and　then；　finding　that　h