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Finsbury," said Mr. Bell. "All I can tell you," said Morris, with a harsh laugh, "is that the whole thing's impossible. My uncle is at Bournemouth, unable to move." "Really!" cried Mr. Bell, and he recovered the cheque from Mr. Judkin. "But this cheque is dated in London, and to-day," he observed. "How d'ye account for that, sir?"
"Drawn!" cried Morris. "By your uncle himself, sir," continued the other. "Not only that, but we discounted a bill for him for let me see how much was it for, Mr. Bell?" "Eight hundred, Mr. Judkin," replied the teller. "Dent Pitman!" cried Morris, staggering back. "I beg your pardon," said Mr. Judkin. "It's it's only an expletive," said Morris. "I hope there's nothing wrong, Mr.
"Pentweazle's not a pretty name. Remember, papa, when we were on the Norwich Circuit, Young Pentweazle, who used to play second old men, and married Miss Rancy, the Columbine; they're both engaged in London now, at the Queen's, and get five pounds a week. Pentweazle wasn't his real name. 'Twas Judkin gave it him, I don't know why.
"Then I'll stand the loss," said Morris boldly. "I order you to abandon the search." He was determined that no inquiry should be made. "I beg your pardon," returned Mr. Judkin, "but we have nothing to do with you in this matter, which is one between your uncle and ourselves. If he should take this opinion, and will either come here himself or let me see him in his sick-room "
I don't think I saw Judkin more than three times all told, and always the lane was our point of contact; but as the roan mare was taking me to the station one heavy, cloud-smeared day, I passed a dull-looking villa that the groom, or instinct, told me was Judkin's home.
And Judkin, whose clothes had been to him once more than a religion, scarcely less sacred than a family quarrel, would carry those parcels back to his villa and to the wife who awaited him and them a wife who may, for all we know to the contrary, have had a figure once, and perhaps has yet a heart of gold of nine-carat gold, let us say at the least but assuredly a soul of tape.
'Well, well, said Mr Judkin. 'The next time he calls ask him to step into my room. It is only proper he should be warned. Norfolk Street, King's Road jocularly known among Mr Pitman's lodgers as 'Norfolk Island' is neither a long, a handsome, nor a pleasing thoroughfare.
"Quite impossible," cried Morris. "Well, then, you see," said Mr. Judkin, "how my hands are tied. The whole affair must go at once into the hands of the police." Morris mechanically folded the cheque and restored it to his pocket-book. "Good-morning," said he, and scrambled somehow out of the bank.
The fact is," he went on, with a bold stroke, "my uncle is so far from well at present that he was unable to sign this cheque without assistance, and I fear that my holding the pen for him may have made the difference in the signature." Mr. Judkin shot a keen glance into Morris's face; and then turned and looked at Mr. Bell. "Well," he said, "it seems as if we had been victimised by a swindler.
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