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"Gin a budy be gaen doon the brae, ilky ane 'ill gie ye a gundy." The twa keepit at it wi' their proverbs till I got akinda nervish, d'ye ken. They were that terriple wyze, that, as fac's ocht, mind you, they near drave some o' the rest o's daft. "Did you hear tell that Ribekka here was genna get Jeems Ethart?" said Mistress Mollison to the Gairner's wife, juist to get her on to Beek's tap.

And do you happen to be able to tell me the old cove's name and his address, Mollison?" asked Spargo. "I do, sir. Which they've painted on his entry the fifth or sixth as you go down Middle Temple Lane," answered Mollison. "Mr. Nicholas Cardlestone, first floor up the staircase." Spargo rose from his seat without as much as a look at Breton. "Come this way, Mollison," he said.

And that's how I came to handle it, sir." "I see," said Spargo. "A good explanation. And when you had beaten the hearthrugs what then?" Mollison smiled his weak smile again. "Well, sir, I looked at that there stick and I see it was something uncommon," he answered. "And I thinks 'Well, this Mr.

"That's interesting. And how was it put on you?" Mollison grinned again and rubbed his chin. "It was this here way," he answered. "You see, I was working at that time near on to nine months since, it is for the Universal Daylight Window Cleaning Company, and I used to clean a many windows here and there in the Temple, and them windows at Mr. Aylmore's only I knew them as Mr. Anderson's among 'em.

And, of course, I had him in my eye when I took the stick away see?" "I see. And you took the stick to him?" "I took it there and then," replied Mollison. "Pitched him a tale, I did, about it having been brought from foreign parts by Uncle Simon which I never had no Uncle Simon. Made out it was a rare curiosity which it might ha' been one, for all I know." "Exactly.

"There ain't no danger of me being got into trouble along of that stick?" he asked. "'Cause if there is, I ain't a-going to say a word no, not for no thousand pounds! Me never having been in no trouble of any sort, guv'nor though a poor man." "Not the slightest danger in the world, Mollison," replied Spargo. "Not the least. All you've got to do is to tell the truth and prove that it is the truth.

So it was you who took that queer-looking stick out of Mr. Aylmore's rooms in Fountain Court, was it?" Mollison appeared to find this direct question soothing to his feelings. He smiled weakly. "It was cert'nly me as took it, sir," he said. "Not that I meant to pinch it not me! And, as you might say, I didn't take it, when all's said and done. It was put on me." "Put on you, was it?" said Spargo.

But, of coorse, it's no' ilka day they see a magic lantern. Mistress Kenawee, an' Mistress Mollison an' her man, the Gairner, an' the Smith, an' I cudna tell ye hoo mony mair, had gotten wind o't, an' the washin'-hoose was as foo as cud cram.

It was made i' the first o' fashion, a' drawn i' the briest, an' shuders as big's smokit hams, wi' Mysie's bit facie lookin' oot atween them, like's she was sittin' in an auld-fashioned easychair. But, of coorse, I never bather my heid aboot what wey fowk's dressed. Mistress Mollison was juist as assorted as uswal.

And the old cove took a fancy to it, eh?" "Bought it there and then," answered Mollison, with something very like a wink. "Ah! Bought it there and then. And how much did he give you for it?" asked Spargo. "Something handsome, I hope?" "Couple o' quid," replied Mollison. "Me not wishing to part with a family heirloom for less." "Just so.