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Well, I 'ad three days before me left of my 'olidays, so there wasn't no hurry, so I covered it up and went on digging, and tried to puzzle out 'ow I was to make sure of it. Only I couldn't. "I thought," said Mr. Brisher, "AND I thought.
So that I couldn't make out for certain what it meant. "I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know whether the old man knew it was me. I sort of kep' an eye open on papers to see when he'd give up that treasure to the Crown, as I hadn't a doubt 'e would, considering 'ow respectable he'd always been." "And did he?" Mr. Brisher pursed his mouth and moved his head slowly from side to side.
Brisher is apt to overelaborate his jokes. "'E didn't," said Mr. Brisher. "Not then, anyhow. "Ar'ever after all that was over, off I set for London.... Orf I set for London." Pause. "On'y I wasn't going to no London," said Mr. Brisher, with sudden animation, and thrusting his face into mine. "No fear! What do YOU think? "I didn't go no further than Colchester not a yard.
"Why!" said Mr. Brisher, "the treasure I'm telling you about, what's the reason why I never married." "What! a treasure dug up?" "Yes buried wealth treasure trove. Come out of the ground. What I kept on saying regular treasure...." He looked at me with unusual disrespect. "It wasn't more than a foot deep, not the top of it," he said. "I'd 'ardly got thirsty like, before I come on the corner."
Brisher paused, and affected amusement at the memory. "The old man was a scorcher," he said; "a regular scorcher." "What!" said I; "did he ?" "It was like this," explained Mr. Brisher, laying a friendly hand on my arm and breathing into my face to calm me. "Just to dror 'im out, I told a story of a chap I said I knew pretendin', you know who'd found a sovring in a novercoat 'e'd borrowed.
What must I do in the scullery but fall over a pail! Up gets 'er father with a gun 'e was a light sleeper was 'er father, and very suspicious and there was me: 'ad to explain I'd come down to the pump for a drink because my water-bottle was bad. 'E didn't let me off a Snack or two over that bit, you lay a bob." "And you mean to say " I began. "Wait a bit," said Mr. Brisher.
"I don't know if I told you it'd been a burglar's 'ouse before it was my girl's father's, and I knew 'e'd robbed a mail train once, I did know that. It seemed to me " "That's very likely," I said. "But what did you do?" "Sweated," said Mr. Brisher. "Regular run orf me. All that morning," said Mr. Brisher, "I was at it, pretending to make that rockery and wondering what I should do.
Brisher, and pulled thoughtfully with a fat-wristed hand at the lank moustache that hides his want of chin. "That's why " I ventured. "Yes," said Mr. Brisher, with a solemn light in his bleary, blue-grey eyes, moving his head expressively and breathing alcohol INTIMATELY at me. "There's lots as 'ave 'ad a try at me many as I could name in this town but none 'ave done it none."
I said 'e stuck to it, but I said I wasn't sure whether that was right or not. And then the old man began. Lor'! 'e DID let me 'ave it!" Mr. Brisher affected an insincere amusement. "'E was, well what you might call a rare 'and at Snacks. Said that was the sort of friend 'e'd naturally expect me to 'ave.
I'd promised Jane not to answer 'im back, but it got a bit TOO thick. I I give it 'im..." Mr. Brisher, by means of enigmatical facework, tried to make me think he had had the best of that argument, but I knew better. "I went out in a 'uff at last. But not before I was pretty sure I 'ad to lift that treasure by myself.
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