He looked carefully at the two sovereigns lying on the bit of old cloth
which covered the bottom of the box, and the one half-crown that Timothy
had forgotten; he took up the bit of cloth and shook it, he felt along
the edge of the box, he examined the wrenched lock. Then he stood for an
instant, his hand on the box, his eyes staring straight before him in a
kind of dream.
Saunders grew impatient. He pushed John aside, and came to the table,
leaning his hands upon it, so as to command Isaac's face.
'Now, look 'ere, Isaac,' he said, in a different voice from any that he
had yet employed, 'let's come to business. These 'ere are the facks o'
this case, an 'ow we're a-goin to get over 'em, I don see. John leaves
his money in your cupboard. Yo an he lock it up, an John goes away with
'is keys 'ung roun 'is neck. Yo agree to that? Well and good. But
there's _another_ key in your 'ouse, Isaac, as opens John's cupboard.
Ah--'
He waved his hand in deprecation of Isaac's movement.
'I dessay yo didn't know nowt about it--that's noather 'ere nor there.
Yo try John's key in that there door'--he pointed to the cupboard by the
fire--'an yo'll find it fits _ex_--act. Then, thinks I, where's the key
as belongs to that 'ere cupboard? An John an I goes upstairs to look
about us, an in noa time at aw, I sees a 'ole in the skirtin. I whips in
my finger--lor bless yer! I knew it wor there the moment I sets eyes on
the hole.'
He held up the key triumphantly. By this time, no Old Bailey lawyer
making a hanging speech could have had more command of his task.
''Ere then we 'ave'--he checked the items off on his fingers--'box
locked up--key in the 'ouse as fits it, unbeknown to John--money tuk
out--key 'idden away. But that's not all--not by long chalks--there's
another side to the affair _hal_togefher.'
Saunders drew himself up, thrust his hands deep into his pockets, and
cleared his throat.
'Per'aps yer don know--I'm sartin sure yer don know--leastways I'm
hinclined that way--as Mrs. Costrell'--he made a polite inclination
towards Bessie--''ave been makin free with money--fower--five--night a
week at the "Spotted Deer"--fower--five--night a week. She'd used to
treat every young feller, an plenty old uns too, as turned up; an there
was a many as only went to Dawson's becos they knew as she'd treat 'em.
Now she didn't go on tick at Dawson's; she'd _pay_--an she allus payed
in 'arf-crowns. An those arf-crowns were curous 'arf-crowns; an it came
into Dawson's [transcriber's note: "Dawon's" in original] 'ead as he'd
colleck them 'arf-crowns. 'Ee wanted to see summat, 'ee said--an I
dessay 'ee did. An people began to taak. Last night theer wor a bit of a
roompus, it seems, while Mrs. Costrell was a-payin another o' them
things, an summat as was said come to my ears--an come to Watson's. An
me and Watson 'ave been makin inquiries--an Mr. Dawson wor obligin
enough to make me a small loan, 'ee wor. Now I've got just one question
to ask o' John Borroful.'
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