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The car stopped. Mr. Dunning, still contemplating the blue letters on the yellow ground, had to be stimulated to rise by a word from the conductor. âI beg your pardon,â he said, âI was looking at that advertisement; itâs a very odd one, isnât it?â The conductor read it slowly. âWell, my word,â he said, âI never see that one before. Well, that is a cure, ainât it? Someone bin up to their jokes âere, I should think.â He got out a duster and applied it, not without saliva, to the pane and then to the outside. âNo,â he said, returning, âthat ainât no transfer; seems to me as if it was regâlar in the glass, what I mean in the substance, as you may say. Donât you think so, sir?â Mr. Dunning examined it and rubbed it with his glove, and agreed. âWho looks after these advertisements, and gives leave for them to be put up? I wish you would inquire. I will just take a note of the words.â At this moment there came a call from the driver: âLook alive, George, timeâs up.â âAll right, all right; thereâs somthink else whatâs up at this end. You come and look at this âere glass.â âWhatâs gorn with the glass?â said the driver, approaching. âWell, and ooâs âArrington? Whatâs it all about?â âI was just asking who was responsible for putting the advertisements up in your cars, and saying it would be as well to make some inquiry about this one.â âWell, sir, thatâs all done at the Companyâs orfice, that work is: itâs our Mr. Timms, I believe, looks into that. When we put up tonight Iâll leave word, and perâaps Iâll be able to tell you tomorrer if you âappen to be coming this way.â
This was all that passed that evening. Mr. Dunning did just go to the trouble of looking up Ashbrooke, and found that it was in Warwickshire.
Next day he went to town again. The car (it was the same car) was too full in the morning to allow of his getting a word with the conductor: he could only be sure that the curious advertisement had been made away with. The close of the day brought a further element of mystery into the transaction. He had missed the tram, or else preferred walking home, but at a rather late hour, while he was at work in his study, one of the maids came to say that two men from the tramways was very anxious to speak to him. This was a reminder of the advertisement, which he had, he says, nearly forgotten. He had the men inâ âthey were the conductor and driver of the carâ âand when the matter of refreshment had been attended to, asked what Mr. Timms had had to say about the advertisement. âWell, sir, thatâs what we took the liberty to step round about,â said the conductor. âMr. Timmâs âe give William âere the rough side of his tongue about that: âcordinâ to âim there warnât no advertisement of that description sent in, nor ordered, nor paid for, nor put up, nor nothink, let alone not beinâ there, and we was playing the fool takinâ up his time. âWell,â I says, âif thatâs the case, all I ask of you, Mr. Timms,â I says, âis to take and look at it for yourself,â I says. âOf course if it ainât there,â I says, âyou may take and call me what you like.â âRight,â he says, âI willâ: and we went straight off. Now, I leave it to you, sir, if that ad., as we term âem, with âArrington on it warnât as plain as ever you see anythinkâ âblue letters on yeller glass, and as I says at the time, and you borne me out, regâlar in the glass, because, if you remember, you recollect of me swabbing it with my duster.â âTo be sure I do, quite clearlyâ âwell?â âYou may say well, I donât think. Mr. Timms he gets in that car with a lightâ âno, he telled William to âold the light outside. âNow,â he says, âwhereâs your precious ad. what weâve âeard so much about?â âââEre it is,â I says, âMr. Timms,â and I laid my âand on it.â The conductor paused.
âWell,â said Mr. Dunning, âit was gone, I suppose. Broken?â
âBroke!â ânot it. There warnât, if youâll believe me, no more trace of them lettersâ âblue letters they wasâ âon that piece oâ glass, thanâ âwell, itâs no good me talkinâ. I never see such a thing. I leave it to William here ifâ âbut there, as I says, whereâs the benefit in me going on about it?â
âAnd what did Mr. Timms say?â
âWhy âe did what I give âim leave toâ âcalled us pretty much anythink he liked, and I donât know as I blame him so much neither. But what we thought, William and me did, was as we seen you take down a bit of a note about thatâ âwell, that letterinââ ââ
âI certainly did that, and I have it now. Did you wish me to speak to Mr. Timms myself, and show it to him? Was that what you came in about?â
âThere, didnât I say as much?â said William. âDeal with a gent if you can get on the track of one, thatâs my word. Now perhaps, George, youâll allow as I ainât took you very far wrong tonight.â
âVery well, William, very well; no need for you to go on as if
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