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Sheriff Parkins by his brother, who was an eye-witness of the transaction, speaks for itself; it was given to me by Mr. Parkins to make what use of it I pleased, and I shall therefore insert it verbatim: "79, Water-Street, Manchester, "I take up my pen to relate to you one of the most daring, cruel outrages that ever was committed on a defenceless people.
"If any gentleman wants to bet a hundred dollars, let him come on. A man who couldn't lose a hundred would better keep still." Smith now made a big jump. He'd go fifty. Parkins wouldn't listen to fifty. He had said that he wouldn't bet less than a hundred, and he wouldn't.
But how did you discover this house?" "I was acquainted with its former owner, Mrs. Parkins. She was a sister of a friend of mine, whom I think you have seen, colonel." "What friend?" "His name is Swartz, colonel." "Not the Federal spy?" "The same, colonel." "Whom we saw last in the house between Carlisle and Gettysburg?" "I saw him the other day," returned Mr. Nighthawk, smiling sweetly.
When he bade goodnight to Parkins, he murmured in a gruff undertone: 'You know where I am if you want me during the night. 'Why, yes, thank you, Colonel Wilson, I think I do; but there isn't much prospect of my disturbing you, I hope. By the way, he added, 'did I show you that old whistle I spoke of? I think not. Well, here it is. The Colonel turned it over gingerly in the light of the candle.
A bed was arranged for him or rather it is always there in a small apartment opening out of the butler's room, on the ground floor. He said nothing about leaving until he saw Parkins preparing to go down to the station with the chauffeur. Then he insisted upon accompanying him, and when he found there was a train to Norwich he simply bade them both good night.
'I certainly never touched the other, except to lay some things on it. Did it actually seem to have been slept in? 'Oh yes, sir! said the maid. 'Why, all the things was crumpled and throwed about all ways, if you'll excuse me, sir quite as if anyone 'adn't passed but a very poor night, sir. 'Dear me, said Parkins. 'Well, I may have disordered it more than I thought when I unpacked my things.
But when nearly a third of Norman's employer's money had gone into the gamblers' heap, and when August began to understand that it was another man's money that Norman was losing, and that the victim was threatened by no half-way ruin, he determined to do something, even at the risk of making himself known to Norman and to Parkins was he Humphreys in disguise? and at the risk of arrest for house-breaking.
Pancras soon after five, and drove at once to a large, roomy house on the north side of Regent's Park. He was admitted by a trim parlormaid Parkins had been left behind to superintend the removal from Blackbird's Nest and he found himself asking his first question with a certain amount of temerity. "Madame is in?" he inquired. "Madame is in the drawing-room," the maid answered. "Alone?"
And the mud-clerk evidently thought that it would be even funnier to see Parkins hanged than it had been to see him fleece Norman. Gus the striker did not see how either scene could be very entertaining. But he was sick at heart, and one could not expect him to show much interest in manly sports. The steady beat of the wheels and the incessant clank of the engines went on as usual.
By the time Parkins had made sure that there was nothing else in this odd receptacle, it was too late and too dark for him to think of undertaking any further search. What he had done had proved so unexpectedly interesting that he determined to sacrifice a little more of the daylight on the morrow to archaeology.
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