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Bodfish at the farm, but family affection, coupled with an idea of testamentary benefits, had so wrought with his wife that he had allowed her to have her own way. Now he half fancied that he saw a chance of getting rid of him. If he could only enable the widow to catch him searching her house, it was highly probable that the ex-constable would find the village somewhat too hot to hold him.
Bodfish their faces at once regained their wonted calm, and the ex-constable in a somewhat offended manner resumed his inquiries. "Mrs. Driver has been here a good bit lately," he remarked, slowly. Mr. Negget's eyes watered, and his mouth worked piteously. "If you can't behave yourself, George began began his wife, fiercely. "What is the matter?" demanded Mr. Bodfish.
Bodfish hung about in the neighbourhood of the widow's cottage, but in vain, and it would be hard to say whether he or Mr. Negget, who had been discreetly shadowing him, felt the disappointment most. On the day following, however, the ex-constable from a distant hedge saw a friend of the widow's enter the cottage, and a little later both ladies emerged and walked up the road.
Bodfish at the farm, but family affection, coupled with an idea of testamentary benefits, had so wrought with his wife that he had allowed her to have her own way. Now he half fancied that he saw a chance of getting rid of him. If he could only enable the widow to catch him searching her house, it was highly probable that the ex-constable would find the village somewhat too hot to hold him.
"No, the one you're in," interrupted his niece. "It don't signify," said her uncle. "Nobody else has been near the place, and Emma's box has been searched. "Thoroughly searched," testified Mrs. Negget. "Now the point is, what did Mrs. Driver come for this morning?" resumed the ex-constable. "Did she come "
He watched them turn the corner, and then, with a cautious glance round, which failed, however, to discover Mr. Negget, the ex-constable strolled casually in the direction of the cottage, and approaching it from the rear, turned the handle of the door and slipped in. He searched the parlour hastily, and then, after a glance from the window, ventured up stairs.
As soon as my want became known it was pleasing to find so many of my neighbours willing to supply it. Cox, the gaoler, said he knew of a horse that would just suit me. It belonged to Binns, an ex-constable, who was spending a month in gaol on account of a little trouble that had come upon him. Cox invited me into his office, and brought Binns out of his cell.
It was not the face of MacVeigh the old MacVeigh that Rookie McTabb, the ex-constable, looked into a few moments later. Days of sickness could have laid no heavier hand upon him than had those few minutes in the darkened room of the cabin. His face was white and drawn. There were tense lines at the corners of his mouth and something strange and disquieting in his eyes.
"If I put my finger on the culprit," he asked at length, turning to his niece, "what do you wish done to her?" Mrs. Negget regarded him with an expression which contained all the Christian virtues rolled into one. "Nothing," she said, softly. "I only want my brooch back." The ex-constable shook his head at this leniency. "Well, do as you please," he said, slowly.
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