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Shrig as they strode along, "I vere the means o' four coves bein' topped d' ye see, 'ighvay robbery vith wiolence, 'bout a month ago, used to live round 'ere, they did, an' their famblies an' friends is windictive against me accordingly, an' werry nat'ral too, for 'uman natur' is only 'uman natur', ain't it? Werry good then.
"John Peterby, what do you mean?" "Sir," said Peterby, setting down the teapot, "as I came along this evening, I met Mr. Shrig; he recognized me in spite of my disguise and he told me to warn you " "Well, John?" "That you may be arrested " "Yes, John?" "For the murder of Jasper Gaunt. Oh, sir, why have you aroused suspicion against yourself by disappearing at such a time?"
Shrig, watching him pour out the wine, drew from his capacious pocket a little book and opened it, much as though he would have read forth a text of Scripture, but all he said was: "Thank 'ee, my man!" and then, as the door closed upon the discreetly silent Clegg, "Your 'ealth, gen'elmen!" The letter to my uncle Jervas being written and despatched, I turned to find Mr.
"Thank you, yes, Corporal," said Barnabas, and taking the proffered pipe he filled and lighted it. Now when the pipes were in full blast, when the One and Only had been tasted, and pronounced by Mr. Shrig to be "up to the mark," he nodded to Corporal Dick with the words: "Tell our young gent 'ow you lost your 'and, Corp."
Shrig, though always placid, had suddenly taken on an air that was almost alert, his bright, roving eye wandered more than ever, and he appeared to be hearkening to distant sounds. "Where are we going?" repeated Barnabas.
At this juncture, with a soft knock on the door, Clegg presented himself, bearing the following letter from my uncle. MY DEAR PEREGRINE: I am grateful for your forethought, but you may suffer the man to visit me, for the law is the law besides, the man Shrig is an old acquaintance. Moreover I have learned all I desired from the scrap of paper and it is therefore entirely at Mr. Shrig's service.
"Why, then I shall be happy to accompany you." "Are ye ready, sir?" "Quite; let us go!" So side by side we stepped out into the street; here Mr. Shrig, setting two fingers to his mouth, emitted a shrill whistle and round the corner came a tilbury behind a likely-looking horse driven by a red-faced man, who, at a sign from Mr. Shrig, descended from the lofty seat, into which we climbed forthwith.
"V'ich means as I'm vanted, ah! and vanted precious qvick too," saying which, Mr. Shrig caught up his "castor," seized the nobbly stick, crossed to the door, and came back again. "Dick," said he, "I'll get you to look after my little reader for me, I ain't a-going to risk losing it again." "Right you are, Jarsper," nodded the Corporal. "And sir," continued Mr.
Shrig nodded, unlocked the door, shut it very gently behind him, and his footsteps died away along the echoing passage.
"Think o' that now!" sighed Mr. Shrig, "but I ain't surprised, no, I ain't surprised, and by Goles!" "What now?" "Your cravat-sparkler! that's wanished too!" Barnabas felt his rumpled cravat, and nodded. "And your vatch, now don't tell me as they 've took " "Yes, my watch also," sighed Barnabas. "A great pity!" said Mr. Shrig, "though it ain't to be vondered at, not a bit."
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