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As she said so, Colonel Osborne boldly walked across the village and pulled the bell at the iron gate, while Bozzle, crouching among the tombs, saw the handle in his hand. "There he is," said Priscilla. Everybody in the Clock House had known that the fly, which they had seen, had brought "the Colonel" into Nuncombe Putney. Everybody had known that he had breakfasted at the Stag and Antlers.
"Very likely," said the Colonel, throwing his head well back into the corner, shutting his eyes, and uttering a slight preliminary snore. "Very nice family of ladies at the Clock House," said Bozzle. The Colonel answered him by a more developed snore. "Particularly Mrs. T " said Bozzle. The Colonel could not stand this. He was so closely implicated with Mrs.
"And I'm to keep stirring, and be on the move?" again suggested Bozzle, who prudently required to be fortified by instructions before he devoted his time and talents even to so agreeable a pursuit as that in which he had been engaged. "You shall hear from me," said Trevelyan. "Very well; very well. I wish you good-day, Mr. Trewillian. Mr. S., yours most obedient. There was one other point, Mr.
Clench your nail; that's what I say; be it even so. Clench your nail; that's what you've got to do." "I dare say we shan't quarrel about the money, Mr. Bozzle." "Oh dear no. I find I never has any words about the money. But there's that one question. There's a young Mr. Stanbury has gone down, as knows all about it. What's he up to?" "He's my particular friend," said Trevelyan. "Oh h.
At last, after about ten days, Lady Rowley did succeed in obtaining an interview with Trevelyan. A meeting was arranged through Bozzle, and took place in a very dark and gloomy room at an inn in the City.
Bozzle, in giving this information, had acknowledged that his employer was "becoming no longer quite himself under his troubles," and had expressed his opinion that he ought to be "looked after." Bozzle had made his money; and now, with a grain of humanity mixed with many grains of faithlessness, reconciled it to himself to tell his master's secrets to his master's enemies.
After considerable delay the bill was made out on the spot, Mr. Bozzle copying down the figures painfully from his memorandum-book, with his head much inclined on one side. Trevelyan asked him, almost in despair, to name the one sum; but this Bozzle declined to do, saying that right was right.
Any gentleman acting in our way can't be too particular, can't have too many facts. The smallest little, tiddly things," and Bozzle as he said this seemed to enjoy immensely the flavour of his own epithet, "the smallest little 'tiddly' things do so often turn up trumps when you get your evidence into court." "I'm not going to get any evidence into court." "Maybe not, sir.
Outhouse he regarded as bitter enemies, who had taken the part of his wife without any regard to the decencies of life. And now it had come to pass that his sole remaining ally, Mr. Samuel Bozzle, the ex-policeman, was becoming weary of his service.
"I suppose they're all friends of Mrs. T.'s?" asked Bozzle. "Sir," said the Colonel, "I believe that you're a spy." "No, Colonel, no; no, no; I'm no spy. I wouldn't demean myself to be such. A spy is a man as has no profession, and nothing to justify his looking into things. Things must be looked into, Colonel; or how's a man to know where he is? or how's a lady to know where she is?
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