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"Wemmick," said I, "do you remember telling me, before I first went to Mr. Jaggers's private house, to notice that housekeeper?" "Did I?" he replied. "Ah, I dare say I did. Deuce take me," he added, suddenly, "I know I did. I find I am not quite unscrewed yet." "A wild beast tamed, you called her." "And what do you call her?" "The same. How did Mr. Jaggers tame her, Wemmick?" "That's his secret.
I recalled, too, that the one-eyed gentleman had shuffled forth against the wall when I was the innocent cause of his being turned out. I sat down in the cliental chair placed over against Mr. Jaggers's chair, and became fascinated by the dismal atmosphere of the place. I called to mind that the clerk had the same air of knowing something to everybody else's disadvantage, as his master had.
I asked the coachman. The coachman answered, "A shilling unless you wish to make it more." I naturally said I had no wish to make it more. "Then it must be a shilling," observed the coachman. "I don't want to get into trouble. I know him!" He darkly closed an eye at Mr. Jaggers's name, and shook his head. Jaggers at home? "He is not," returned the clerk. "He is in Court at present.
Joses, slobbering at the mouth, was shouting in the trainer's ear. Both men plunged into the vortex. "Easy all!" came Jaggers's priest-like voice. "Give him a chance, boys. We aren't beat yet." "Win, tie, or wrangle!" muttered Old Mat. "That's the Three J's all right." The mounted police were shepherding Chukkers off the course into the Paddock. There was murder in his face.
He had known all about Silver long before he had turned up at Putnam's; it was part of his business to know about such young men. Indeed, he had made an abortive, determined, and characteristically tortuous attempt to sweep the young man and his horses into Jaggers's capacious net. Silver indeed had hesitated awhile between the two stables.
Jaggers's own high-backed chair was of deadly black horsehair, with rows of brass nails round it, like a coffin; and I fancied I could see how he leaned back in it, and bit his forefinger at the clients. The room was but small, and the clients seemed to have had a habit of backing up against the wall; the wall, especially opposite to Mr. Jaggers's chair, being greasy with shoulders.
"We made the money up this morning, sir," said one of the men, submissively, while the other perused Mr. Jaggers's face. "I don't ask you when you made it up, or where, or whether you made it up at all. Has Wemmick got it?" "Yes, sir," said both the men together. "Very well; then you may go. Now, I won't have it!" said Mr Jaggers, waving his hand at them to put them behind him.
That's right. Now, you count your money, an' I'll watch. Then I'll count mine, an' you can watch, if ye wanter." Mutual confidence being thus established between the rogues, the counting proceeded. Josh found that he had just four hundred dollars in his "findings." Dan Jaggers's count proved that that young bully possessed an exactly equal sum.
It opened easily with Jaggers's key, however; and from the lower drawer was missing all the property which in those days were often kept in such places bills, gold, and notes to the value of four thousand five hundred pounds. With feverish haste the old man unlocked the desk and the brass-bound box within it.
I reply, that depends on the original wildness of the beast, and the amount of taming. It won't lower your opinion of Mr. Jaggers's powers. Keep your eye on it." I told him I would do so, with all the interest and curiosity that his preparation awakened. As I was taking my departure, he asked me if I would like to devote five minutes to seeing Mr. Jaggers "at it?"
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