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"There were!" affirmed Mr. Pursey. "Yes oh, yes! Aye I've often wondered what became of 'em Mallows and Chidforth, I mean. For from the time they got out of prison they've never been heard of in our parts. Not a word! they disappeared completely. Some say, of course, that they had that money safely planted, and went to it. I don't know. But off they went." "Pooh!" said Myler. "That's an easy one.
He spent a considerable part of the year in those districts, and Wilchester was one of his principal headquarters: Stoner had many a dozen letters of Myler's, which Myler had written to him from Wilchester. And only a year before all this, Myler had brought home a bride in the person of a Wilchester girl, the daughter of a Wilchester tradesman.
Myler, immediately impressed, led the way into a small and vacant parlour in the rear of a neighbouring hostelry, ordered refreshments, bade the girl who brought them to leave him and his friend alone, and took the liberty of locking the door on their privacy.
Now it doesn't matter a twopenny cuss to me about old Kitely I don't care if he was scragged twice over I've no doubt he deserved it. But it'll matter a lot to M. & C. if they're found out. I can touch that five hundred easy as winking but you take my meaning? I daresay M. & C. 'ud run to five thousand if I kept my tongue still. What?" But Stoner knew at once that Myler disapproved.
Myler brought all his business acumen to bear on the problem presented to him. "What sort of chap is this Tallington?" he asked at last, pointing to the name at the foot of the reward handbill. "Most respectable solicitor in Highmarket," answered Stoner, promptly. "Word good?" asked Myler. "Good as gold," affirmed Stoner.
"He'll come up at Norcaster Assizes next month." "Do they think he did it?" asked Myler. "Is it a sure thing?" Before Stoner could reply Mr. Pursey entered the arena. His face displayed the pleased expression of the man who has special information.
He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time. We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put English gold in his pocket. -True for you, says Joe. And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf: Now, don't you think, Bergan? Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf.
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