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"No," said Mrs. Negget, decisively. "I'm a very poor sleeper, and I'd have woke at once, but if a flock of elephants was to come in the room they wouldn't wake George. He'd sleep through anything." "Except her feeling under my piller for her handkerchief," corroborated Mr. Negget, returning to the sitting-room. Mr. Bodfish waved them to silence, and again gave way to deep thought.
There was hardly a button or a tape on; and as for her stockings " "She don't get much time," said Mr. Negget, slowly. "That's right; I thought you'd speak up for her," cried his wife, shrilly. "Look here " began Mr. Negget, laying his pipe on the seat by his side and rising slowly. "Keep to the case in hand," said the ex-constable, waving him back to his seat again. "Now, Lizzie."
I said that I named no names, and didn't wish to think bad of anybody, and that if I found the brooch back in the box when I went up stairs again, I should forgive whoever took it." "And what did Emma say?" inquired Mr. Bodfish. "Emma said a lot o' things," replied Mrs. Negget, angrily. "I'm sure by the lot she had to say you'd ha' thought she was the missis and me the servant.
Negget smashed on the floor, and the farmer himself, with every appearance of astonishment, stared at the apparition open-mouthed. "Mr. Bodfish!" he said at length, slowly. Mr. Bodfish, incapable of speech, glared at him ferociously. "Leave him alone," said Mrs. Clowes, who was ministering to her friend. "Can't you see the man's upset at frightening her? She's coming round, Mr.
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.
"In the first place, I want you to ask Mrs. Driver here to tea to-morrow oh, I don't mind Negget's ridiculous ideas pity he hasn't got something better to think of; if she's guilty, I'll soon find it out. I'll play with her like a cat with a mouse. I'll make her convict herself." "Look here!" said Mr. Negget, with sudden vigour. "I won't have it.
There was hardly a button or a tape on; and as for her stockings " "She don't get much time," said Mr. Negget, slowly. "That's right; I thought you'd speak up for her," cried his wife, shrilly. "Look here " began Mr. Negget, laying his pipe on the seat by his side and rising slowly. "Keep to the case in hand," said the ex-constable, waving him back to his seat again. "Now, Lizzie."
Negget smashed on the floor, and the farmer himself, with every appearance of astonishment, stared at the apparition open-mouthed. "Mr. Bodfish!" he said at length, slowly. Mr. Bodfish, incapable of speech, glared at him ferociously. "Leave him alone," said Mrs. Clowes, who was ministering to her friend. "Can't you see the man's upset at frightening her? She's coming round, Mr.
He watched them turn the corner, and then, with a cautious glance round, which failed, however, to discover Mr. Negget, the ex-constable strolled casually in the direction of the cottage, and approaching it from the rear, turned the handle of the door and slipped in. He searched the parlour hastily, and then, after a glance from the window, ventured up stairs.
Negget, eagerly. It was an odd place for an ex-policeman, especially as a small legacy added to his pension had considerably improved his social position, but Mr. Bodfish had himself suggested it in the professional hope that the person who had taken Mrs. Negget's gold brooch might try for further loot. He had, indeed, suggested baiting the dressing-table with the farmer's watch, an idea which Mr.
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