United States or Colombia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Negget, feeling that his mirth was certainly ill-timed, shook for some time in a noble effort to control himself, and despairing at length, went into the back place to recover. Sounds of blows indicative of Emma slapping him on the back did not add to Mrs. Negget's serenity. "The point is," said the ex-constable, "could anybody have come into your room while you was asleep and taken it?"
In the comfortable living-room at Negget's farm, half parlour and half kitchen, three people sat at tea in the waning light of a November afternoon. Conversation, which had been brisk, had languished somewhat, owing to Mrs.
Driver was here, sitting in that very chair you are sitting in now." Mr. Bodfish pursed up his lips and made another note. Then he took a spill from the fireplace, and lighting a candle, went slowly and carefully up the stairs. He found nothing on them but two caked rims of mud, and being too busy to notice Mr. Negget's frantic signalling, called his niece's attention to them.
"I searched her box through and through," said his niece, "but it wasn't there; then I came down again and had a rare good cry all to myself." "That's the best way for you to have it," remarked Mr. Negget, feelingly. Mrs. Negget's uncle instinctively motioned his niece to silence, and holding his chin in his hand, scowled frightfully in the intensity of thought. "See a cloo?" inquired Mr.
In the comfortable living-room at Negget's farm, half parlour and half kitchen, three people sat at tea in the waning light of a November afternoon. Conversation, which had been brisk, had languished somewhat, owing to Mrs.
Driver was here, sitting in that very chair you are sitting in now." Mr. Bodfish pursed up his lips and made another note. Then he took a spill from the fireplace, and lighting a candle, went slowly and carefully up the stairs. He found nothing on them but two caked rims of mud, and being too busy to notice Mr. Negget's frantic signalling, called his niece's attention to them.
"In the first place, I want you to ask Mrs. Driver here to tea to-morrow oh, I don't mind Negget's ridiculous ideas pity he hasn't got something better to think of; if she's guilty, I'll soon find it out. I'll play with her like a cat with a mouse. I'll make her convict herself." "Look here!" said Mr. Negget, with sudden vigour. "I won't have it.
Negget, feeling that his mirth was certainly ill-timed, shook for some time in a noble effort to control himself, and despairing at length, went into the back place to recover. Sounds of blows indicative of Emma slapping him on the back did not add to Mrs. Negget's serenity. "The point is," said the ex-constable, "could anybody have come into your room while you was asleep and taken it?"
"In the first place, I want you to ask Mrs. Driver here to tea to-morrow oh, I don't mind Negget's ridiculous ideas pity he hasn't got something better to think of; if she's guilty, I'll soon find it out. I'll play with her like a cat with a mouse. I'll make her convict herself." "Look here!" said Mr. Negget, with sudden vigour. "I won't have it.
Negget, eagerly. It was an odd place for an ex-policeman, especially as a small legacy added to his pension had considerably improved his social position, but Mr. Bodfish had himself suggested it in the professional hope that the person who had taken Mrs. Negget's gold brooch might try for further loot. He had, indeed, suggested baiting the dressing-table with the farmer's watch, an idea which Mr.
Word Of The Day