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Updated: July 15, 2025
We had gone but a little way along this path when Mr. Shrig halted and seating himself upon the grassy bank, took off his hat and mopped his brow. "A be-eautiful sunset, sir." "Yes!" I answered, turning to view the glowing splendour. "So werry red, Mr. Werricker, sir, like fire like blood."
Reaching my small library, the officer seated himself at my invitation and depositing hat and stick very precisely beneath his chair, sat looking more unctuously mild than ever, there was about him a vague suggestion of conventicles, and a holy Sabbatarian calm. "You said your name was Shrig, I think?" said I. "Jarsper Shrig, sir, at your sarvice."
Aha!" exclaimed Mr. Shrig, still busied on his researches. "He's got summat in this 'ere 'ind pocket as I can't come at p'raps you'll obleege me by heavin' Windictiveness over a bit, sir? Why, never mind, sir done it myself " "How did the young woman come by this letter?" "'T is in ewidence as years ago she was maid to a lady now Mrs. Vere-Manville, it was give her by that same.
Shrig, only that my time has been much occupied of late." "Veil, sir," said Mr. Shrig, puffing hard at his pipe, "from all accounts I should reckon as it 'ad. By Goles! but ve vas jest talking about you, sir, the werry i-dentical moment as you knocked at the door. I vas jest running over my little reader and telling the Corp the v'y and the v'erefore as you couldn't ha' done the deed."
"Things is werry slack vith me, nothing in the murder line this veek, and only vun sooicide, a couple o' 'ighvay robberies, and a 'sault and battery! You can scrag me if I know v'ot things is coming to. And then, to make it vorse, I 've jest 'ad a loss as vell." "I'm sorry for that, Mr. Shrig, but " "A loss, sir, as I shan't get over in a 'urry.
"What deed?" "V'y the deed. The deed as all London is a-talking of, the murder o' Jasper Gaunt, the money-lender." "Ah!" said Barnabas thoughtfully. "And so you are quite sure that I didn't murder Jasper Gaunt, are you. Mr. Shrig?" "Quite oh, Lord love you, yes!" "And why?" "Because," said Mr.
Shrig, "a fine, large vord, Dick, as means werry little to you!" "And they mentioned me in the Gazette, Jarsper," said the Corporal looking very sheepish, and stroking his whisker again with his hook. "And a lot o' good that done you, didn't it? Your 'eart vos broke the night I found you down by the River." "Why, I did feel as I weren't much good, Jarsper, I'll admit.
"Then come on, sir, and keep close behind me." So saying, Mr. Shrig opened the door and stepped noisily out into the narrow court and waited while Barnabas fastened the latch; even then he paused to glance up at the sombre heaven and to point out a solitary star that twinkled through some rift in the blackness above.
Once more the echoing passage roared with the din of conflict, as their assailants rushed again, were checked, smote and were smitten, and fell back howling before the thrust of the nobbly stick and the swing of the heavy bludgeon. "Now vill ye run?" panted Mr. Shrig, straightening the broad-brimmed hat. "No!" "V'y then, I vill!" which Mr. Shrig immediately proceeded to do.
Shrig, sighing deeper than ever, "you 'appen to be my pal!" Bright rose the sun upon the "White Hart" tavern that stands within Eltham village, softening its rugged lines, gilding its lattices, lending its ancient timbers a mellower hue. But surely never, in all its length of days, had it experienced quite such a morning as this.
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