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It was on the morning of this very day on which so much had happened to Tom Pinch, that Nadgett suddenly appeared before Mr Montague's house in Pall Mall he always made his appearance as if he had that moment come up a trap when the clocks were striking nine.
He beckoned to Jonas to bring his chair nearer; and looking slightly round, as if to remind him of the presence of Nadgett, whispered in his ear. From red to white; from white to red again; from red to yellow; then to a cold, dull, awful, sweat-bedabbled blue.
Rolling on from house to house, and echoing from stone to stone, until the voices died away into the distant hum, which seemed to mutter the same word! They all stood silent: listening, and gazing in each other's faces, as the noise passed on. Old Martin was the first to speak. 'What terrible history is this? he demanded. 'Ask HIM, said Nadgett. 'You're his friend, sir.
I now began to entertain some serious fears, and made a communication to the Police, which caused that bundle to be 'To be fished up, interrupted Slyme. 'Be alive, Mr Nadgett. 'It contained the dress I had seen him wear, said Nadgett; 'stained with clay, and spotted with blood. Information of the murder was received in town last night.
Mr Nadgett withdrew to the stove, in which there was a small fire for the convenience of heating curling-irons; and taking advantage of so favourable an opportunity for drying his pocket-handkerchief, produced it without loss of time. There he stood, during the whole interview, holding it before the bars, and sometimes, but not often, glancing over his shoulder.
'Mr Nadgett, said Montague, copying Jonas Chuzzlewit's address upon a piece of paper, from the card which was still lying on the table, 'any information about this name, I shall be glad to have myself. Don't you mind what it is. Any you can scrape together, bring me. Bring it to me, Mr Nadgett.
Fatal, ill-omened blighted threshold, cursed by his father's footsteps in his dying hour, cursed by his young wife's sorrowing tread, cursed by the daily shadow of the old clerk's figure, cursed by the crossing of his murderer's feet what men were standing in the door way! Nadgett foremost. Hark! It came on, roaring like a sea! 'That is the man, said Nadgett. 'By the window!
'The trouble shall be well rewarded, Mr Nadgett. Nadgett bowed. 'There is a deeper impression of Somebody's Hoof here, than I had expected, Mr Nadgett. I may congratulate myself upon your being such a good hand at a secret. 'Oh! nothing has an interest to me that's not a secret, replied Nadgett, as he tied the string about his pocket-book, and put it up.
Will you go into it at once? 'By all means. Mr Nadgett picked out a certain chair from among the rest, and having planted it in a particular spot, as carefully as if he had been going to vault over it, placed another chair in front of it; leaving room for his own legs between them. He then sat down in chair number two, and laid his pocket-book, very carefully, on chair number one.
And yet all this was quite a secret. Mr Nadgett kept it to himself, and kept it close. Jonas had no more idea that Mr Nadgett's eyes were fixed on him, than he had that he was living under the daily inspection and report of a whole order of Jesuits.
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