"Yes, yes! I'm going on," said Purkis, solemnly. "So, sir, more than once I'm afraid I went to sleep in the big pew, same as I did on the night when I woke up and felt horribly frightened at hearing a something rattling about in the middle of the church; and for a time, sir, waking up fresh out of a long dream where I'd been heading a procession of thieves and poor-boxes, and policemen on the way to the Clerkenwell Police Court, I thought it had been something of what my old Scotch friend Sergeant Pike used to call `no canny.' But there, sir, I soon shook that off, and rising very gently, I peeped over the edge of the pew, and I could just make out some one going along the middle aisle, and I knew the step as well as could be, besides a crackling staybone-and-busky noise as the figure made every time it stooped, while it never turned to the right or left without going altogether as if the neck was stiff." "Then it was a figure?" said Tim, wringing his hands. "Oh yes, sir, it was a figure," said Purkis, waving the slipper more and more; "a stiff figure, as went softly to first one and then the other poor-box; and I heard a key go and money chink after the figure had been well round the church. It sounded just like Mrs Purkis emptying out the till on Saturday nights." "But pray--" exclaimed Tim. "Don't interrupt, sir! Hush!" exclaimed Purkis pompously, as if he were frowning down a pack of boys, and making the chattering young dogs shake in their leather breeches; while gazing mournfully at him, as if he knew all now, Tim Ruggles, with his face full of wrinkles, waited to hear more. "I knew the step, sir," said Purkis, "and I could see the figure turn all round at once, sir, without moving its head; and then, in my lair, I watched and watched with my heart beating fierce, for I knew that the time was come for me to vindicate innocence, and to--to--er--er--wait Mr Ruggles, sir. And I did wait, Mr Ruggles, sir, till I heard the church-door shut softly, when all was so still that I couldn't help thinking it might be fancy." "And it was fancy, Mr Purkis, wasn't it?" exclaimed Tim, eagerly. "No, sir, it warn't fancy," said Purkis, austerely, as he waved Tim back with the slipper. It was all true as true; and I slapped my knees and rubbed my hands, and then I looked up towards the old organ and nodded at it; for I thought of the vally of what I'd found out, sir, to a good man, and no end of a family of children. And then, when I thought I'd waited long enough not to be seen, I went and knocked up Mr Timson, our churchwarden; fetched him out of bed, for it was one o'clock and past; and when he got down to me in his dressing-gown, he began a bullying me like anything; for he thought, you know, I'd come boxing with my Christmas-piece.