Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Love stories; Young men -- Fiction
"They was, Jarsper, they was--oncommon!" quoth the smaller man
hoarsely.
"'Enery, 'old your tongue! Now, sir, am I right or am I not?"
"We were both very naturally shocked," said I.
"Vich feelin's, sir, does you both credit--oceans. But 't is further
in ewidence as your friend did commit a assault upon the body o' one
Thomas Vokins by means of a cane an' there an' then took, removed,
appre'ended or ab-stracted ewidence in the shape o' a piece o' paper
as 'ad fell from right 'and o' said corpse. Am I right once more?"
"Not altogether!" said I. "The man wrenched open the dead girl's
fingers so brutally that my--companion very properly rapped him with
his cane and noticing the piece of paper, ordered the man to give it
to him."
"Good--werry good! Now I puts it to you, sir--vere is that piece o'
paper?"
"Probably in my companion's possession."
"Good again! An' vere might 'e be?"
"That I decline to tell you!"
"Vy then, sir, dooty bein' dooty, I'll take a valk."
"As you will!" said I. "Come, Anthony!" and turning, we began to
retrace our steps. But we had gone but a little way when I faced
suddenly about, for the man was plodding at our heels.
"Why the devil do you follow us?" I demanded, greatly exasperated.
"Becos' dooty is dooty, sir, an' dooty demands same," he answered
imperturbably.
"Who are you, fellow?"
"Jarsper Shrig, Bow Street officer--werry much at your service, sir!"
"And what do you want of me?"
"A piece o' paper, sir, as ewidence to establish i-dentifi-cation of
de-funct young party o' the fe-male persuasion in a case o' murder or
feller-de-see--"
Here I turned and walked on again in no little perplexity.
"What am I to do, Anthony?" I muttered.
"Bring the fellow to your chambers, despatch a note to Sir Jervas and
leave it to his decision."
So we walked on, perfectly ignoring this very pertinacious Bow Street
officer; but I, for one, was not sorry when at last we reached the
door of my chambers, and halting, turned to behold the Bow Street
officer, who had stopped also and appeared to be lost in contemplation
of the adjacent chimney pots. And as he stood thus, I was struck by
his air of irreproachable respectability and pervading mildness;
despite the formidable knotted stick beneath his arm, he seemed indeed
to radiate benevolence from the soles of his stout boots to the crown
of his respectable, broad-brimmed hat.
"A re-markable vide-avake young man, yours, sir," said he gently,
still apparently lost in contemplation of the chimney pots, "a
re-markable vatchful young man an' werry attentive!"
"What do you mean, officer?"
"I mean, sir, as he's opened your door afore you knocked."
Glancing at the door, I saw indeed, to my surprise, that it stood
slightly ajar; hereupon I reached out to open it when it swung wide
and my man Clegg stood before us.
"I saw you approaching, sir," he exclaimed, bowing us in.
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