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e yourself." "I shall have to put up with that," said the constable, desperately; "it's got to be explained. It's my day-helmet, too, and the night one's as shabby as can be. Twenty years in the force and never a mark against my name till now." "If you'd only keep quiet a bit instead of talking so much," said Mr. Drill, who had been doing some hard thinking, "I might be able to help you, p'r'aps." "How?" inquired the constable. "Help him if you can, Ted," said Mr. Gunnill, eagerly; "we ought all to help others when we get a chance." Mr. Drill sat bolt upright and looked very wise. He took the smashed helmet from the table and examined it carefully. It was broken in at least half-a-dozen places, and he laboured in vain to push it into shape. He might as well have tried to make a silk hat out of a concertina. The only thing that had escaped injury was the metal plate with the number. "Why don't you mend it?" he inquired, at last. "Mend it?" shouted the incensed Mr. Jenkins. "Why don't you?" "I think I could," said Mr. Drill, slowly; "give me half an hour in the kitchen and I'll try." "Have as long as you like," said Mr. Gunnill. "And I shall want some glue, and Miss Gunnill, and some tin-tacks," said Drill. "What do you want me for?" inquired Selina. "To hold the things for me," replied Mr. Drill. Miss Gunnill tossed her head, but after a little demur consented; and Drill, ignoring the impatience of the constable, picked up his bag and led the way into the kitchen. Messrs. Gunnill and Jenkins, left behind in the living-room, sought for some neutral topic of discourse, but in vain; conversation would revolve round hard labour and lost pensions. From the kitchen came sounds of hammering, then a loud "Ooh!" from Miss Gunnill, followed by a burst of laughter and a clapping of hands. Mr. Jenkins shifted in his seat and exchanged glances with Mr. Gunnill. [Illustration: "From the kitchen came sounds of hammering."] "He's a clever fellow," said that gentleman, hopefully. "You should hear him imitate a canary; life-like it is." Mr. Jenkins was about to make a hasty and obvious rejoinder, when the kitchen door opened and Selina emerged, followed by Drill. The snarl which the constable had prepared died away in a murmur of astonishment as he took the helmet. It looked as good as ever. He turned it over and over in amaze, and looked in vain for any signs of the disastrous cracks.
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