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Updated: June 27, 2025
We went four in the hansom which had been waiting in the street to Mrs Henderson's in Paradise Place, the Inspector and we three. 'Mr Pleesman' and ''Gustus Barley' followed on foot. The Inspector was explanatory. 'Mrs Henderson keeps a sort of lodging-house, a "Sailors' Home" she calls it, but no one could call it sweet.
He gasped out, as clearly as he could for the speed which he had made: 'There's been murder done, Mr Pleesman, a Harab's killed a bloke. 'Mr Pleesman' gripped him by the shoulder. 'What's that? The youngster put up his arm, and ducked his head, instinctively, as if to ward off a blow. 'Leave me alone! I don't want none of your 'andling! I ain't done nuffink to you! I tell you 'e 'as!
"But I left no money on the top of the bureau, John," said Mrs. Tretherick earnestly. "There must be some mistake. It belongs to some other person. Take it back, John." Ah Fe's brow darkened. He drew away from Mrs. Tretherick's extended hand, and began hastily to gather up his basket. "Me no takee it back. No, no! Bimeby pleesman he catchee me.
I was of the same opinion, as, apparently, were Lessingham and Sidney. Atherton collared the youth by the shoulder which Mr Pleesman had left disengaged. 'What sort of looking bloke is it who's been murdered? 'I dunno! I 'aven't seen 'im! Mrs 'Enderson, she says to me! "'Gustus Barley," she says, "a bloke's been murdered.
"But I left no money on the top of the bureau, John," said Mrs. Tretherick earnestly. "There must be some mistake. It belongs to some other person. Take it back, John." Ah Fe's brow darkened. He drew away from Mrs. Tretherick's extended hand, and began hastily to gather up his basket. "Me no takee it back. No, no! Bimeby pleesman he catchee me.
'It seemed to me as if a cove was a follerin' 'im, leastways there was a bloke as was a-keepin' close at 'is 'eels, though I don't know what 'is little game was, I'm sure. Ask the pleesman he knows, he knows everything the pleesman do. I turned to the 'pleesman. 'Who is this man? The 'pleesman' put his hands behind his back, and threw out his chest. His manner was distinctly affable.
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