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Negget, and with brazen effrontery not only met his wife's eye without quailing, but actually glanced down at her boots. Mr. Bodfish came back to his chair and ruminated. Then he looked up and spoke. "It was missed this morning at ten minutes past twelve," he said, slowly; "it was there last night. At eleven o'clock you came in and found Mrs. Driver sitting in that chair."
Driver, carelessly, conscious that her friend was watching her. "And the heart of a little child," said Negget; "you wouldn't believe how simple he is." Mrs. Clowes said that it did him credit, but, speaking for herself, she hadn't noticed it. "He was talking about you night before last," said Negget, turning to his hostess; "not that that's anything fresh.
And he was in the thick of his self-imposed task when his graceless nephew by marriage, who had met Mrs. Driver and referred pathetically to a raging thirst which he had hoped to have quenched with some of her home-brewed, brought the ladies hastily back again. "I'll go round the back way," said the wily Negget as they approached the cottage. "I just want to have a look at that pig of yours."
"I said I believe she knows something about it, and so I do. She's a horrid woman. Look at the way she encouraged her girl Looey to run after that young traveller from Smithson's. The whole fact of the matter is, it isn't your brooch, so you don't care." "I said " began Mr. Negget. "I know what you said," retorted his wife, sharply, "and I wish you'd be quiet and not interrupt uncle.
Bodfish affected the widow visibly, but its effect on the ex-constable nearly upset the bread-pan. "But here," continued Mr. Negget, with another glance at the larder, "he might go on like that for years. He's a wunnerful shy man big, and gentle, and shy. He wanted Lizzie to ask you to tea yesterday." "Now, Mr. Negget," said the blushing widow. "Do be quiet."
"Here! look here!" interposed Mr. Negget. "I've known Mrs. Driver thirty year a'most." "What time did she come?" repeated the ex-constable, pitilessly. His niece shook her head. "It might have been eleven, and again it might have been earlier," she replied. "I was out when she came." "Out!" almost shouted the other. Mrs. Negget nodded. "She was sitting in here when I came back."
"No, the one you're in," interrupted his niece. "It don't signify," said her uncle. "Nobody else has been near the place, and Emma's box has been searched. "Thoroughly searched," testified Mrs. Negget. "Now the point is, what did Mrs. Driver come for this morning?" resumed the ex-constable. "Did she come "
"I said I believe she knows something about it, and so I do. She's a horrid woman. Look at the way she encouraged her girl Looey to run after that young traveller from Smithson's. The whole fact of the matter is, it isn't your brooch, so you don't care." "I said " began Mr. Negget. "I know what you said," retorted his wife, sharply, "and I wish you'd be quiet and not interrupt uncle.
Negget, feeling that his mirth was certainly ill-timed, shook for some time in a noble effort to control himself, and despairing at length, went into the back place to recover. Sounds of blows indicative of Emma slapping him on the back did not add to Mrs. Negget's serenity. "The point is," said the ex-constable, "could anybody have come into your room while you was asleep and taken it?"
Negget walked home soberly, and hardly staying long enough to listen to his wife's account of the finding of the brooch between the chest of drawers and the wall, went off to spend the evening with a friend, and ended by making a night of it. The fire had burnt low in the library, for the night was wet and warm. It was now little more than a grey shell, and looked desolate.
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