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Updated: June 13, 2025
One night, soon after twelve o'clock, and while I was taking my turn watching by the bedside of Mr. Critchet, I heard a gentle tap at the door.
Critchet does recover, it is probable that he will not be able to identify his assailants, and in that view of the matter I need not tell you in what a precarious situation you will stand." We saw the force of his reasoning, and looked to him for advice.
God of heaven! how I felt when I discovered that the villain, her husband, had already used her name, drawn her money from the funds, and had left for some part of the world where we could not trace him. "I sank beneath the blow, and when I rallied my business was swept away, and the firm of Critchet was known only by its debts.
Critchet continued, "I shall feel as though I was not intruding upon your privacy, or upon your generosity. If my offer is not accepted, then to-morrow I return to my tent, and trouble you no more." "But consider," I said, "you have no knowledge of storekeeping, and will make but a poor clerk for attending upon these rough miners."
Critchet, and found that he was positive that the man who had wronged him so basely was in our power, and we had too great confidence in the judgment of the old gentleman to believe that he would tell a lie, or endeavor to deceive us in the premises. "How old was young Follet when his father left London?" Fred asked of Mr. Critchet. "About sixteen," was the answer.
I left the cattle raiser wondering at the suddenness of my exit, and entered the small room, where I found Mr. Critchet suffering with nervous agitation. "Have you heard all?" I asked. "Yes, all." "And do you think that you recognize the voice?" "It is Follet," he whispered. "Dare you face him, and demand restitution for your wrongs?" I inquired.
Critchet, to a paper certifying that he had been paid in full, and with the gold in his pocket, off he started for his nearest countrymen, for the purpose of treating every Irishman that he met, and getting rid of his sudden wealth as soon as possible. I urged him for half an hour to let the larger portion of his funds remain in our hands, but he was obstinate, and feared trickery.
Critchet may live, and be able to give us a clew to his assailants; and until he recovers or dies, I think that I shall be justified in committing your friends to prison without bail." The words of the commissioner fell upon our ears like a thunderbolt. A dozen different ideas coursed through my brain, yet I was too much bowed down with grief to attempt to form them into tangible shapes.
"Do not agitate yourself," I whispered; "in a few days you will be strong enough to talk, and then all matters will be set right." "I have no desire to proceed against my nephew," Mr. Critchet began, "for the part he has taken in this matter. He is a bad youth, and will some day be punished for his crime. I have attempted to make an honest man of him, and have signally failed.
"The commissioner is not disposed to press this matter," Mr. Brown said. "I have convinced him that you are a little different from what he supposed; and he will admit both of you to bail until such time as Mr. Critchet is able to testify, or at least until more evidence is offered than what Follet brings forward."
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