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Updated: May 27, 2025
Again, "On the title-page are given two of the small pictures from the Love side of the cover, two from the Murder side, and the central picture below, which presents the central horror of the story the end and aim of the 'Datchery assumption' and of Mr.
Tope, said the waiter, brightening, as he rubbed his chin with his hand, 'would be the likeliest party to inform in that line. 'Who is Mr. Tope? inquired Dick Datchery. The waiter explained that he was the Verger, and that Mrs. Tope had indeed once upon a time let lodgings herself or offered to let them; but that as nobody had ever taken them, Mrs.
Cuming Walters quotes me, that "fancy can suggest no reason why Edwin Drood, if he escaped from his wicked uncle, should go spying about instead of coming openly forward. No plausible unfantastic reason could be invented." Later, I shall explain why Edwin, if he is Datchery, might go spying alone. It is also urged that Edwin left Rosa in sorrow, and left blame on Neville Landless. Why do this? Mr.
There is no corpus delicti, no carcase of the missing Edwin Drood. For the reasons given, Datchery might be Helena in disguise. A person who goes so far as to wear a conspicuous white wig, would not be afraid also to dye his eyebrows black, if he were Edwin; while either Edwin or Helena MUST have "made up" the face, by the use of paint and sham wrinkles.
'The Worshipful the Mayor, said Mr. Datchery, with a low bow, 'places me under an infinite obligation. 'Very good people, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Tope, said Mr. Sapsea, with condescension. 'Very good opinions. Very well behaved. Very respectful. 'The Worshipful the Mayor gives them a character, said Mr. Datchery, 'of which they may indeed be proud. 'We are, sir, returned Mr.
Datchery keeps a tavern score of his discoveries behind a door, in cryptic chalk strokes. He does this, says Mr. Walters, because, being Helena, he would betray himself if he wrote in a female hand. But nobody would WRITE secrets on a door! He adds "a moderate stroke," after meeting the hag, though, says Mr. Walters, "Edwin Drood would have learned nothing new whatever" from the hag.
Wait till I set a jolly good flint a-flyin' at the back o' 'is jolly old 'ed some day! Now look t'other side the harch; not the side where Jarsper's door is; t'other side. 'I see. 'A little way in, o' that side, there's a low door, down two steps. That's Topeseses with 'is name on a hoval plate. 'Good. See here, said Mr. Datchery, producing a shilling. 'You owe me half of this. 'Yer lie!
The idea was "difficult to work," says Dickens, with obvious truth. How was he to get the quicklime into the vault, and Drood, alive, out of the vault? As to the reader, he would at first take Datchery for Drood, and then think, "No, that is impossible, and also is stale. Datchery cannot be Drood," and thus the reader would remain in a pleasant state of puzzledom, as he does, unto this day.
Sapsea hailed, not sorry to show him a bright example of behaviour to superiors. 'Ah, Durdles! This is the mason, sir; one of our Cloisterham worthies; everybody here knows Durdles. Mr. Datchery, Durdles a gentleman who is going to settle here. 'I wouldn't do it if I was him, growled Durdles. 'We're a heavy lot. 'You surely don't speak for yourself, Mr. Durdles, returned Mr.
Datchery, making a leg with his hat under his arm, as he addressed himself equally to both gentlemen; 'a selfish precaution on my part, and not personally interesting to anybody but myself. But as a buffer living on his means, and having an idea of doing it in this lovely place in peace and quiet, for remaining span of life, I beg to ask if the Tope family are quite respectable? Mr.
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