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"Here is one drawing, sir," continued Mr Knapps, "which proves to me that Jacob Faithful is the party; in which you and Mrs Bately are shown up to ridicule. Who would have been aware that the candle went out in your study, except Jacob Faithful?" "I perceive," replied the Dominie, looking at it through his spectacles, when put into his hand, "the arcana of the study have been violated."
Rick braked to a stop as the highway met the turnoff to Easton. "Think we're far enough north?" Scotty had been consulting a road map. He shook his head. "Not yet. Easton is almost due east of Knapps Narrows, and we know the saucers have been sighted there. Better go on to Wye Mills." "Okay." The road was dual-lane cement, now, and Rick relaxed while the car sped northward. "Odd name, Wye Mills.
Ludlow spake, as some did or might ouer-heare what she said to him, or words to that effect, and that she tumbled the dead body of Knapps wife vp & downe and spake words to this purpose, that if these be the markes of a witch she was one, or had such markes; and concerning any promise of secrecy she remembers not." "Mr. Dauenport and Mris.
Mr Knapps was a thin, hectic-looking young man, apparently nineteen or twenty years of age, very small in all his proportions, red ferret eyes, and without the least sign of incipient manhood; but he was very savage, nevertheless. Not being permitted to pummel the boys when the Dominie was in the school-room, he played the tyrant most effectually when he was left commanding officer.
It therefore must have been irresistibly plain to them that one of the Knapps was the writer of the letter received by the Committee, charging the murder on Mr. White. Add to this the fact of its having been dated at Lynn, and mailed at Salem four days after it was dated, and who could doubt respecting it? Have you ever read or known of folly equal to this?
Mr Knapps said that should make the charge openly, and prove it the next morning in the school-room; and wound up the wrong by describing me in several points, as a cunning, good-for-nothing, although clever boy. Ignorant of what had passed, I slept soundly; and the next morning found the matron very grave with me, which I did not comprehend.
Several other ludicrous caricatures were made of the Dominie and of the matron, all of which were consigned to Mr Knapps by the boys as being the productions of my pencil; but this was not sufficient it was necessary I should be more clearly identified.
Mr Knapps called out eight or ten boys, who came forward. "Did Barnaby Bracegirdle give you none of them, Mr Knapps?" said I, perceiving that Barnaby was not summoned. "No," replied Mr Knapps.
"What is that, boy?" said Mr Knapps, pointing to the letter A. I looked attentively, and recognising, as I thought, one of my father's hieroglyphics, replied, "That's half-a-bushel;" and I was certainly warranted in my supposition. "Half-a-bushel! You're more than half a fool. That's the letter A." "No; it's half-a-bushel; father told me so." "Then your father was as big a fool as yourself."
Upon any other boy such disrespect should be visited severely; but from thee, Jacob, I must add in the words of Caesar, `Et tu Brute, I expected, I had a right to expect, otherwise. In se animi ingrati crimen vitia omnia condit. Thou understandest me, Jacob guilty or not guilty?" "Not guilty, sir," replied I, firmly. "He pleadeth net guilty, Mr Knapps; proceed, then, to prove thy charge."
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