"No, no, to be sure not. Only listen to me, Miss, one minute; and I knows more about willains, a deal more than you do of course, Miss. Why, ever since that rogue who come to Miss Minto’s with brandyballs and rabbitskins on a stick." "Once more, Mrs. Shelfer, I have no time to spare for gossip--" "Gossip! No, no, Miss Vaughan; if you ever heard any one say Patty Shelfer was a ’gossip,’ I’ll thank you for their name. Gossip! A mercy on me with all I has to do, and the days drawing in so, and how they does charge for the gas, and the directors holds a meeting first Tuesday in every month, and fills up the pipes with spittle, that’s the reason it sputters so, Charley told me." "Good bye, Mrs. Shelfer." "No, no. One minute, Miss Vaughan; you are always in such a hurry. What Charley and me was talking about last night was this. My Uncle John, a very high class man, first-rate, first-rate, Miss Vaughan, has been for ever so long in the detective police. There’s nothing he don’t know of what goes on in London, from the rats as comes up the drain pipes to the Queen getting up on her throne. A wonderful man he is. I said t’other day--" "Is he like you, Mrs. Shelfer?" "Like me, my good friend! No, no. And I wouldn’t be like him for something. With all them state secrets upon him. Why he daren’t sneeze out of his hat. But if you’ll only put off going again till to-morrow, he’ll be here this very night about the plate they stole in the Square. And I’m sure you can’t do better than hear what he thinks about you. He’ll be sure to know all that was done at the time. Bless you, he has got to make all the returns; what that is, I don’t know. It’s a kind of tobacco Charley says, that they smokes in the Queen’s pipe. But I think it’s the convicts as returns from Botany Bay." "Well, Mrs. Shelfer, I’ll think of what you say, and I am much obliged to you for the suggestion; but I can’t bear the idea of coming before the Police again, with a matter in which they failed so signally." "But you know, my good friend, it need not be put on the books at all. He’ll tell us what he thinks of it, private like, and for the love of the thing." "If I see him at all, I must beg to see him alone." "To be sure, my good friend. Quite right, Miss Vaughan, quite right. I’m sure I would rather have the plumber’s ladle put to my ear, than one of them horrible secrets." "Mrs. Shelfer, have I told you any? Now remember, if you ever again allude to this subject before me, I leave your house that day. You ought to know better, Mrs. Shelfer." "You are quite right, Miss Vaughan; I ask your pardon, you are quite right. The very words as Charley said to me the other night. ’You ought to have knowed better, Patty, that you did.’" Away she went, smoothing her apron, patting the fray of her hair--for she never wore side-combs--and mumbling down the stairs. "Quite right, my good friend, quite right, I ought to have knowed better, poor thing."