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I must speak now of Moll, her admirable carriage and sober conduct in these new circumstances, which would have turned the heads of most others. By his advice she had taken into her service a most commendable, proper old gentlewoman, one Mrs. Margery Butterby, who, as being the widow of a country parson, was very orderly in all things, and particularly nice in the proprieties.
I went into my uncle's, this morning, at nine o'clock, and there was he, shut in with Butterby. Butterby was saying that there was no doubt the theft had been committed by Arthur Channing. Mind, Channing," Mark added, turning to Tom, "I am not seconding the accusation on my own score; but, that Butterby said it I'll declare."
Butterby, from the outside, "there's the partridges you did not eat at breakfast, there's a cold pigeon pasty and a nice fresh ham, and a lovely hasty pudding I made with my own hands, in the pot." "Bring 'em all," says Moll, in the same aching voice; "and I'll pick what tempts me." Therewith, she silently slips the bolt back, whips on her nightgown, and whips into bed. Presently, up comes Mrs.
A slight pause of silence was made by the detective ere he rejoined. "Agitated, was he? And Mr. Roland Yorke the same, no doubt?" "No, sir; Mr. Roland does not seem to care much about it. He thinks it must have been taken in its transit through the post-office, and I cannot help being of the same opinion, sir." Another question or two, and Jenkins attended Mr. Butterby to the door.
"Doubt you still!" cried Roland, stopping short in his dance, and speaking in a very explosive tone. "Doubt you still! Why, what would he have?" "I don't know;" sighed Arthur. "I have assured him I did not send it; but he fancies I may have done it to clear myself. He talks of calling in Butterby again."
"If you want proof, go to Butterby at the police station, and get it from him," sullenly replied Pierce, who owned a sulky temper as well as a pugnacious one. "Look here," interrupted Mark Galloway, springing to the front: "Pierce was a fool to bring it out in that way, but I'll speak up now it has come to this.
But it was that Butterby's handiwork, not Galloway's." "Galloway must have given Butterby his instructions," observed Hamish. "He didn't, then," snapped Roland. "Jenkins says he knows he did not, by the remarks Galloway made to him this morning. And Galloway has been away ever since eleven o'clock, we can't tell where.
I was left alone amid the wreck of my household gods; but for an hour afterward, as I lay cowering on the sofa, I could hear disconnected speeches from my door-steps, encouraged from time to time with tremendous cheers for Lawk, cheers for Butterby, and cheers for "Jinny."
I have heard of it from Mr. Channing." "And they accused Arthur Channing of taking it!" exclaimed Roland. "They took him up for it; he was had up twice to the town-hall, like any felon. You may be slow to believe it, Mr. Huntley, but it's true." "It was Butterby, sir," interposed Jenkins. "He was rather too officious over it, and acted without Mr. Galloway's orders."
Butterby, drawing in his lips, though his face remained impassive as before. "When was this?" "Not long ago, sir. About a week, it may have been, before I met with that accident which accident, I begin to see now, sir, happened providentially, for it caused me to be away from the office when that money was lost."
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