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"And all valets," murmured Anthony, "all valets are predatory by nature, of course " "I mean as he's a likely cove. Now, talkin' o' corpses " began Mr. Shrig. "But we are not!" said I. "Axing your parding, sir, but I am and, perfessionally speakin', never 'ave I seen a prettier corp', than this 'ere young fe-male in question " "And your experience in such is vast, I take it?" murmured Anthony.
My own inwention ag'in windictiveness in the shape o' bricks an' bludgeons, an' werry useful an comfortin' I've found it. But if they're going to begin on me vith coping-stones, v'y Lord!" And Mr. Shrig sighed his gentle sigh, and rubbed his placid brow, and once more covered it with the "inwention." "And now sir, you've got a pair o' good, long legs can ye use 'em?" "Use them, yes. Why?"
Should you still be suffering from spleen, liver or the blue devils, go for a gallop on your "Wildfire." With which salutary advice to yourself and good wishes to your friend Mr. Vere-Manville, "Mr. Shrig," said I, "you have my uncle's permission to wait upon him at once. Sir Jervas is acquainted with you, it seems?" "Sir Jervas?" repeated Mr. Shrig, reaching down for hat and knobby stick.
"Who are you, fellow?" "Jarsper Shrig, Bow Street officer werry much at your service, sir!" "And what do you want of me?" "A piece o' paper, sir, as ewidence to establish i-dentifi-cation of de-funct young party o' the fe-male persuasion in a case o' murder or feller-de-see " Here I turned and walked on again in no little perplexity. "What am I to do, Anthony?" I muttered.
Now sir, from private obserwation, the deed is doo to be brought off any time in the next three veeks, and as soon as it's done, v'y then I lays my right 'and on Number Vun, and my left 'and on Number Two, and " "But what about Number Three?" inquired Barnabas. Mr. Shrig paused, glanced at Barnabas, and scratched his ear, thoughtfully. "V'y sir," said he at last, "Number Three vill be a corp."
"Run! Run!" whispered Mr. Shrig's voice behind him. "Ve can do it now, run!" "No!" panted Barnabas, wiping the blood from his cheek. "Run!" cried Mr. Shrig again, "there's a place I knows on close by ve can reach it in a jiff this vay, run!" "No!" "Not run? then v'ot vill ye do?" "Make them!" "Are ye mad? Ha! look out!"
Shrig nodded, touched the broad rim of his castor, and strode away through the gathering shadows. And when he was gone, and the sound of his going had died away in the distance, Barnabas turned and swiftly retraced his steps; but now he went with fists clenched, and head forward, as one very much on the alert.
"Vell, let's say borreyed, sir, borreyed for purposes o' obserwation, out o' young Barrymaine's pocket, and werry neatly I done it too!" Here Mr. Shrig chuckled softly, checked himself suddenly, and shook his placid head. "But life ain't all lavender, sir, not by no manner o' means, it ain't," said he dolefully.
Shrig, in a tone of pained surprise. "Prewent it? Lord, Mr. Barty, sir then vere vould my murder case be? Besides, I ain't so onprofessional as to step in afore my time. Prewent it? No, sir. My dooty is to apprehend a man arter the crime, not afore it." "But surely you don't mean to allow this unfortunate person to be done to death?" "Sir," said Mr.
Shrig, and away he went beside the River, holding a tortuous course among the piles of rotting lumber, dexterously avoiding dim-seen obstacles, yet running with a swiftness wonderful to behold. All at once he stopped and glanced about him. "What now?" inquired Barnabas. "S-sh! d'ye 'ear anything, sir?"
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