City and town life -- Fiction; Urban poor -- Fiction
In the meantime, Harry's sudden departure from before the boat-shed, far
down on the muddy banks of the Thames, had not been allowed to pass
uncanvassed by the two rough men, the seekers for such ghastly waifs and
strays.
"Suv'rin," said the one who had acted as guide, in answer to a query,
"Air you sure as there worn't two?"
"I am," said the other, with a wave of his pipe-stem. "Why, if there'd
been two, wouldn't you have heard 'em chink when he stuffed 'em in my
hand?" said Sam, not at all relying upon the known integrity of his
character for refutation of this sideways charge that he had kept back
portion of the reward. "There's what he give me," he continued, holding
out a sovereign in his horny palm; "and we'll get it changed as soon as
you like."
"Yes," said the other, speaking indistinctly, on account of the pipe
between his lips; "we'll get it changed afore we go on to the station."
As he spoke, he carefully chained and padlocked the door of the shed,
smoking coolly enough the while.
"I ain't seen anything else up--no notice, nor nothing," said Sam; "and
we mustn't wait no longer before givin' information, or there'll be a
row."
"No, there ain't nothing up," said the other, pocketing his key, and
removing his pipe to expectorate. "I've been looking, and there's ony a
bill up about a woman. He was precious pertickler. Why wouldn't this
one do? All they wanted was some one to give a decent Christun buryin'
to; and this here poor chap would ha' done as well as any other one, to
ease their minds with."
"But you see he's got black hair, and on the bill it says fair curly
hair," said Sam. "I was half afeard it wouldn't do."
"Yah! what does the colour of the hair matter?" grumbled the other. "I
mean to say its reg'larly swindlin' us out of two 'undred pound. He'd
ha' done as well as any other; and they might have 'ad their inkwist,
and sat on him, and sworn to him, and said he was found drowned; and
there'd ha' been a comfortable feelin', and they needn't ha' troubled
themselves no more."
"Well, let's go and give notice; and then we'll change this here, and
have a wet--eh, lad?"
"Ah! may as well," said the other, removing his pipe to draw an
anticipatory hand across his mouth. "Let's see--tall and fair--curly
hair--eh, Sam? Well, perhaps something may turn up yet time enough for
us. That 'ere would have done safe enough if his hair had been right
colour. Better luck next time--eh, lad?"
"Ah! dessay," said Sam, forcing the sovereign right to the bottom of his
pocket. "Two 'undred pound reward! We ought to have had it old man;
but who knows but what something mayn't turn up yet?"
Volume 3, Chapter VII.
D. WRAGG.
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