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"There you are, you see," cried the gardener triumphantly, "that's c'roborative evidence, and c'roborative evidence is what they make detective police on. It was Pete Warboys, sure enough." "I thought it must be, David." "Not a doubt 'bout it, sir. We've got him this time safe enough, and he'll be sent away for the job, and a blessing to Furzebrough, I say. But I'll try you again, sir.
"Which it's only nat'ral," said David, with a grim smile; "for if ever I did see a dog as had ribs that looked as if they'd been grown into a basket to hold meat, that dog is Pete Warboys'; but I hope as good meat and bones 'll do something to make his hair grow decent, for he's a reg'lar worser as he is."
They parted, and Tom continued his way round by the church, getting a glimpse of the gaping window opening in the tower where the bells hung exposed; and then after passing a great horse-chestnut lying in the next field, he went on round by Mother Warboys' and the other cottages, catching sight of the old woman standing at her door, with her hand over her eyes, as if watching.
"Oh no," said Tom quickly; "not very big or strong. I held my own with him pretty well, but he had the best of it." "You could not see his face?" "No, uncle." "But you formed an idea of who it was?" Tom was silent. "Some one who must have known the place, eh?" "Yes, uncle, I think he must have known the place." "Such a fellow as our amiable young poaching friend, Pete Warboys, eh?"
You see, when a man's monkey's up he hits hard; and if you and me ketched Pete Warboys over in our garden, and hit as hard as we could, we might break him; and though I says to you it wouldn't be a bit o' consequence, that there old rampagin' witch of a granny of his would come up here cursing every one, and making such filliloo that there'd be no bearing it." "Well, that wouldn't harm anybody."
"Perhaps you are wrong about Master Pete Warboys too." Tom thought about the pears thrown at Pete by his cousin, and shook his head. "Pete wouldn't have been peeping over the wall, uncle, if he had not meant mischief." "Perhaps not, Tom; but he may have meant mischief to you, and not to my pears." Tom laughed, and they soon after went in to dinner.
"And and I thought must I go on, uncle?" "Yes, boy, to the bitter end," said his uncle sternly. "I thought, uncle, that as Uncle James had given me those papers, which made me rich instead of him, my cousin Sam had felt disappointed, and come down here at night, asked Pete Warboys to help him " "But he did not know Pete Warboys." "Only a little, uncle; he had seen him.
"I couldn't quite see, sir; but I'm 'most ready to swear as it was Pete Warboys, looking to see if they was ready to go into his pockets." "Then let's pick them at once," cried Tom. "Dear lad, what is the use o' my teaching of you," said David reproachfully. "Don't I keep on telling o' you as they'd srivel up; and what's a pear then?
"Go and say so then," cried Tom. "No one will believe you. Come along, Sam." Tom gave one more look at the blackened furze, and then turned to his cousin. "Look here," he said; "you bear witness that this fire is quite out." "Oh, yes; it's out," said Sam. "And that Pete Warboys showed us a box of matches." "Yes, but what of that?"
This case must be used with hesitation; see below, appendix A, § 3. At Warboys the Samuels had been required to repeat: "If I be a witch and consenting to the death" of such and such a one. Alice Wilson, at Northampton in 1612, was threatened by the justice with execution, if she would not say after the minister "I forsake the Devil." She is said to have averred that she could not say this.
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