I've been wondering what to do with you. Of course, I ought
to hand you over to the police, and it's rather a risk taking on a
man of your character, but I've decided to give you a chance.
Probably you'll misuse it. But I'll give you an opportunity as
gardener and chauffeur here. You can drive a car, you say?"
Dunn nodded.
"That's all right," said Deede Dawson.
"You shall have your board and lodging, and I'll get you some decent
clothes instead of those rags; and if you prove satisfactory and
make yourself useful you'll find I can pay well. There will be
plenty of chances for you to make a little money--if you know how
to take them."
"When it's money," growled Dunn, "you give me the chance, and see."
"I think," added Deede Dawson, "I think it might improve your looks
if you shaved."
Dunn passed his hand over the tangle of hair that hid his features
so effectually.
"What for?" he asked.
"Oh, well: please yourself," answered Deede Dawson; "I don't know
that it matters, and perhaps you have reasons of your own for
preferring a beard. Come on up to the house now and I'll tell Mrs.
Dawson to give you some breakfast. And you might as well have a
wash, too, perhaps--unless you object to that as well as to shaving."
Dunn rose without answering, made his toilet by shaking off some of
the dust that clung to him, and followed his new employer out of the
tool-house into the open air.
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