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and being admitted by the butler. A day or so after that, he gathered from a remark his father let fall at breakfast that something a little out of the common was to be done in the Cathedral after morning service on the morrow. ‘And I’d just as soon it was today,’ his father added, ‘I don’t see the use of running risks.’ ‘ “Father,” I says, “what are you going to do in the Cathedral tomorrow?” and he turned on me as savage as I ever see him—he was a wonderful good-tempered man as a general thing, my poor father was. “My lad,” he says, “I’ll trouble you not to go picking up your elders’ and betters’ talk: it’s not manners and it’s not straight. What I’m going to do or not going to do in the Cathedral tomorrow is none of your business: and if I catch sight of you hanging about the place tomorrow after your work’s done, I’ll send you home with a flea in your ear. Now you mind that.” Of course I said I was very sorry and that, and equally of course I went off and laid my plans with Evans. We knew there was a stair up in the corner of the transept which you can get up to the triforium, and in them days the door to it was pretty well always open, and even if it wasn’t we knew the key usually laid under a