Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
"When you received your instructions," said we, "you went away, and held
a sort of Cabinet Council together?"
The smooth-faced officer coaxingly replied, "Ye-es. Just so. We turned
it over among ourselves a good deal. It appeared, when we went into it,
that the goods were sold by the receivers extraordinarily cheap--much
cheaper than they could have been if they had been honestly come by. The
receivers were in the trade, and kept capital shops--establishments of
the first respectability--one of 'em at the West End, one down in
Westminster. After a lot of watching and inquiry, and this and that
among ourselves, we found that the job was managed, and the purchases of
the stolen goods made, at a little public-house near Smithfield, down by
Saint Bartholomew's; where the Warehouse Porters, who were the thieves,
took 'em for that purpose, don't you see? and made appointments to meet
the people that went between themselves and the receivers. This
public-house was principally used by journeymen butchers from the
country, out of place, and in want of situations; so, what did we do,
but--ha, ha, ha!--we agreed that I should be dressed up like a butcher
myself, and go and live there!"
Never, surely, was a faculty of observation better brought to bear upon
a purpose, than that which picked out this officer for the part. Nothing
in all creation, could have suited him better. Even while he spoke, he
became a greasy, sleepy, shy, good-natured, chuckle-headed,
unsuspicious, and confiding young butcher. His very hair seemed to have
suet in it, as he made it smooth upon his head, and his fresh complexion
to be lubricated by large quantities of animal food.
----"So I--ha, ha, ha!" (always with the confiding snigger of the
foolish young butcher) "so I dressed myself in the regular way, made up
a little bundle of clothes, and went to the public-house, and asked if I
could have a lodging there? They says, 'yes, you can have a lodging
here,' and I got a bed-room, and settled myself down in the tap. There
was a number of people about the place, and coming backwards and
forwards to the house; and first one says, and then another says, 'Are
you from the country, young man?' 'Yes,' I says, 'I am. I'm come out of
Northamptonshire, and I'm quite lonely here, for I don't know London at
all, and it's such a mighty big town?' 'It is a big town,' they says.
'Oh, it's a _very_ big town!' I says. 'Really and truly I never was in
such a town. It quite confuses of me!'--and all that, you know.
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