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From the window of the room where Slyme was papering； one could see into the front garden。 Harlow paused a moment to watch Bundy and the labourers； who were still working in the trenches at the drains； and as he looked out he saw Hunter approaching the house。 Harlow drew back hastily and returned to his work； and as he went he passed the word to the other men； warning them of the approach of Misery。
Hunter entered ii his usual manner and； after crawling quietly about the house for about ten minutes； he went into the drawing room。
‘I see you're putting the finishing touches on at last；' he said。
‘Yes；' replied Owen。 ‘I've only got this bit of outlining to do now。'
‘Ah； well； it looks very nice； of course；' said Misery in a voice of mourning； ‘but we've lost money over it。 It's taken you a week longer to do than we allowed for； you said three weeks and it's taken you a month； and we only allowed for fifteen books of gold； but you've been and used twenty…three。'
‘You can hardly blame me for that； you know；' answered Owen。 ‘I could have got it done in the three weeks； but Mr Rushton told me not to hurry for the sake of a day or two； because he wanted a good job。 He said he would rather lose a little over it than spoil it； and as for the extra gold； that was also his order。'
‘Well； I suppose it can't be helped；' whined Misery。 ‘Anyhow； I'm very glad it's done； because this kind of work don't pay。 We'll 'ave you back on the brush on Monday morning； we want to get outside done next week if it keeps fine。'
The ‘brush' alluded to by Nimrod was the large ‘pound' brush used in ordinary painting。
Misery now began wandering about the house； in and out of the rooms； sometimes standing for several minutes silently watching the hands as they worked。 As he watched them the men became nervous and awkward； each one dreading that he might be one of those who were to be paid off at one o'clock。
At about five minutes to twelve Hunter went down to the paint…shop … the scullery … where Crass was mixing some colour； and getting ready some ‘empties' to be taken to the yard。
‘I suppose the br's gone to ask Crass which of us is the least use；' whispered Harlow to Easton。
‘I wouldn't be surprised if it was you and me； for two；' replied the latter in the same tone。 ‘You can't trust Crass you know； for all 'e seems so friendly to our faces。 You never know what 'e ses behind our backs。'
‘You may be sure it won't be Sawkins or any of the other light…weights； because Nimrod won't want to pay us sixpence ha'penny for painting guttering and rainpipes when THEY can do it near enough for fourpence ha'penny and fivepence。 They won't be able to do the sashes； though； will they？'
‘I don't know so much about that；' replied Easton。 ‘Anything seems to be good enough for Hunter。'
‘Look out！ Ere 'e comes！' said Harlow； and they both relapsed into silence and busied themselves with their work。 Misery stood watching them for some time without speaking； and then went out of the house。 They crept cautiously to the window of a room that overlooked the garden and； peeping furtively out； they saw him standing on the brink of one of the trenches； moodily watching Bundy and his mates as they toiled at the drains。 Then； to their surprise and relief； he turned and went out of the gate！ They just caught sight of one of the wheels of his bicycle as he rode away。
The slaughter was evidently to be put off until next week！ It seemed too good to be true。
‘P'hap's 'e's left a message for some of us with Crass？' suggested Easton。 ‘I don't think it's likely； but it's just possible。'
‘Well； I'm goin' down to ask 'im；' said Harlow； desperately。 ‘We may as well know the worst at once。'
He returned in a few minutes with the information that Hunter had decided not to stop anyone that day because he wanted to get the outside finished during the next week； if possible。
The hands received this intelligence with mixed feelings； because although it left them safe for the present； it meant that nearly everybody would certainly be stopped next Saturday； if not before； whereas if a few had been sacked today it would have made it all the better for the rest。 Still； this aspect of the business did not greatly interfere with the relief that they all felt at knowing that the immediate danger was over； and the fact that it was Saturday … pay…day … also served to revive their drooping spirits。 They all felt pretty certain that Misery would return no more that day； and presently Harlow began to sing the old favourite。 ‘Work！ for the night is coming！' the refrain of which was soon taken up by nearly everyone in the house：
‘Work！ for the night is coming； Work in the morning hours。 Work！ for the night is coming； Work 'mid springing flowers。
‘Work while the dew is sparkling； Work in the noonday sun！ Work！ for the night is coming When man's work is done！'
When this hymn was finished； someone else； imitating the whine of a street…singer； started； ‘Oh； where is my wandering boy tonight？' and then Harlow … who by some strange chance had a penny … took it out of his pocket and dropped it on the floor； the ringing of the coin being greeted with shouts of ‘Thank you； kind lady；' from several of the singers。 This little action of Harlow's was the means of bringing a most extraordinary circumstance to light。 Although it was Saturday morning； several of the others had pennies or half…pence！ and at the conclusion of each verse they all followed Harlow's example and the house resounded with the ringing of falling coins； cries of ‘Thank you； kind lady；' ‘Thank you； sir；' and ‘Gord bless you；' mingled with shouts of laughter。
‘My wandering boy' was followed by a choice selection of choruses of well…known music…hall songs； including ‘Goodbye； my Bluebell'； ‘The Honeysuckle and the Bee'； ‘I've got 'em！' and ‘The Church Parade'； the whole being tastefully varied and interspersed with howls； shrieks； curses； catcalls； and downward explosions of flatulence。
In the midst of the uproar Crass came upstairs。
‘'Ere！' he shouted。 ‘For Christ's sake make less row！ Suppose Nimrod was to come back！'
‘Oh； he ain't comin' any more today；' said Harlow； recklessly。
‘Besides； what if 'e does come？' cried Easton。 ‘Oo cares for 'im？'
‘Well； we never know； and for that matter Rushton or Sweater might come at any minit。'
With this； Crass went muttering back to the scullery； and the men relapsed into their usual silence。
At ten minutes to one they all ceased work； put away their colours and locked up the house。 There were a number of ‘empties' to be taken away and left at the yard on their way to the office； these Crass divided amongst the others … carrying nothing himself … and then they all set out for the office to get their money； cracking jokes as they went along。 Harlow and Easton enlivened the journey by coughing significantly whenever they met a young woman； and audibly making some complimentary remark about her personal appearance。 If the girl smiled； each of them eagerly claimed to have ‘seen her first'； but if she appeared offended or ‘stuck up'； they suggested th