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"No, I won't do that, Whitticar, that's flat; but I'll tell you what I will do. I'll make it two hundred, and what is more, I'll see to your nomination. I'm all right down here, you know; I own the boys in this district; and if you'll say you'll put some little matters through for me after you are elected, I'll call it a bargain." "Then I'm your man," said Whitticar, extending his hand.
The boy who attended the bar inquired from behind the counter what he would take. "Mr. Whitticar, if you please," blandly replied Mr. Stevens. Hearing this, the boy bolted from the shop, and quite alarmed the family, by stating that there was a man in the shop, who said he wanted to take Mr. Whitticar, and he suspected that he was a policeman.
"He came here this afternoon, very far gone; he had been crooking his elbow pretty frequently, and was so very drunk that I advised him to go home and go to bed; so he took another dram and went away, and I haven't seen him since." "That's bad, very bad everything goes wrong this evening I wanted him to-night particularly." "Wouldn't the boys go out with you?" suggested Whitticar.
"Ah, don't trouble yerself about that, squire; I don't that is entirely off my mind; for now Whitticar is dead, where is yer witnesses?" "Whitticar dead!" repeated Stevens. "Yes; and what's more, he's buried so he's safe enough, squire; and I shouldn't be at all surprised if you'd be glad to have me gone too." "I would to God you had been, before I put myself in your power."
Whitticar, who was seldom entirely free from some scrape, went through another door to take a survey of the new comer, and on ascertaining who it was, entered the room. "You've quite upset the family; we all took you for a constable," said he, approaching Mr. Stevens, who shook hands with him heartily, and then, laying his arm familiarly on his shoulder, rejoined,
Stevens and his client in the room. Mr. Stevens arose as soon as the door closed behind the constable, and stuffed a piece of damp sponge into the keyhole; he then returned and took a seat by his client. "Now, McCloskey," said he, in a low tone, as he drew his chair closely in front of the prisoner, and fixed his keen grey eyes on him "I've seen Whitticar.
"No, no; that wouldn't do at all. I mustn't appear in these things. If I'm hauled up for participation, who is to be your lawyer eh?" "True for you," rejoined Whitticar; "and I'll just disperse the crowd as soon as I can, and there will be one peaceable night in the district at any rate."
"I say, Whitticar, I want about five minutes' conversation with you. Haven't you some room where we can be quite private for a little while?" "Yes; come this way," replied he. And, leading his visitor through the bar, they entered a small back room, the door of which they locked behind them. "Now, Whitticar," said Mr.
"So far, so good," said Mr. Stevens, as he laid down the letter he was perusing; "that simplifies the matter greatly; and whatever is to be done towards his removal, must be done quickly now that the old man is dead there is but one to deal with." During the interval that had elapsed between the interview of Mr. Stevens with Whitticar and the period to which we now refer, Mr.
Stevens, putting his fingers to his lips; "I thought it was best to see how matters were progressing, so I've run down for a little while. How are you getting on?" "Fine, fine, squire," replied Whitticar; "the boys are ripe for anything. They talk of burning down a nigger church." "Not to-night they must not do such a thing to-night we are not ready for that yet.
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