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"I know no more than you do. Any more questions, miss?" Phoebe's excitement completely blinded her to the evident signs of a change in Mrs. Sowler's temper for the worse. She went on headlong. "Have you never seen the child since you gave her to the lady?" Mrs. Sowler set down her glass, just as she was raising it to her lips. Jervy paused, thunderstruck, in the act of lighting a second cigar.
Sowler known to the police as an inveterate drunkard, and worse. I don't think there will be much difficulty in tracing Mrs. Sowler. As to Jervy, if the young woman is to be believed, and I think she is, there's little doubt that he has got the money from the lady mentioned in my instructions here, and that he has bolted with the sum about him.
She had temporised with Mrs. Sowler, being afraid to set such a person openly at defiance; and had hurried away at once, to have an explanation with Jervy. He was reported to be "not at home." Her fruitless visit to Regina had followed and there, so far as facts were concerned, was an end of the story. Amelius asked her no questions, and spoke as briefly as possible when she had done.
"How dare you bring me here to be insulted by that drunken wretch?" Mrs. Sowler rose, on her side. The old savage snatched up her empty glass intending to throw it at Phoebe. At the same moment, the ready Jervy caught her by the arm, dragged her out of the room, and shut the door behind them. There was a bench on the landing outside. He pushed Mrs.
"How could I ask him, when I never knew what his name was till you told me to-night?" "What amount of money does he owe you?" Whether Mrs. Sowler had her mind prophetically fixed on a fourth glass of grog, or whether she thought it time to begin asking questions on her own account, is not easy to say. Whatever her motive might be, she slyly shook her head, and winked at Jervy.
"That's the one way out of it, my son," he whispered to Amelius, as they followed Mrs. Payson and Sally down the stairs of the hotel. They had just driven up to the gates of the Home, when Jervy and his accomplice met at the tavern, and entered on their consultation in a private room. In spite of her poverty-stricken appearance, Mrs. Sowler was not absolutely destitute.
There was enough of the lecturer's own vehemence and impetuosity in this opening attack sustained as it undeniably was by a sound foundation of truth to appeal strongly to the majority of his audience. Mrs. Sowler began to think that her sixpence had been well laid out, after all; and Mrs.
Morcross's report to Amelius, towards the close of the investigation, was little more than ingenious guess-work. "It seems pretty clear, sir, in the first place, that Mother Sowler must have overtaken Wall-Eyes, after he had left the letter at Mrs. Farnaby's lodgings. The evidence concerning the bank-notes proves this.
"You have nothing more to do with me?" Mrs. Sowler repeated. "You and the young man have settled it all between you, I suppose." She laughed scornfully. "I dare say now you expect to see him again?" Mrs. Farnaby was irritated into answering this. "I expect to see him this morning," she said, "at ten o'clock." "And the lost young lady with him?" "Say nothing about my lost daughter!
She kept her eyes on her plate, and only consented to taste malt liquor under modest protest. When Jervy lit a cigar, after finishing his supper, she reminded him, in an impressively genteel manner, of the consideration which he owed to the presence of an elderly lady. "I like it myself, dear," she said mincingly; "but perhaps Mrs. Sowler objects to the smell?" Mrs.
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