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'Now, said Mortimer, 'what is it? 'Governors Both, returned the man, in what he meant to be a wheedling tone, 'which on you might be Lawyer Lightwood? 'I am. 'Lawyer Lightwood, ducking at him with a servile air, 'I am a man as gets my living, and as seeks to get my living, by the sweat of my brow.
It was easy enough to trace the course of Mortimer Lightwood and Eugene Wrayburn, as they walked under the guidance of Riderhood through the stormy night from their rooms in The Temple, four miles away, past the Tower and the London Docks, and down by the slippery water's edge to Limehouse Hole, when they went to cause Gaffer Hexam's arrest, and found him drowned, tied to his own boat.
'Why look here, hooking his proposition on his left-hand fingers with the forefinger of his right. 'There's two Governors, ain't there? One and one, two Lawyer Lightwood, my first finger, he's one, ain't he? Well; might you be acquainted with my middle finger, the T'other? 'I know quite as much of him, said Bradley, with a frown and a distant look before him, 'as I want to know.
The spinner's wheel was idle; the carpenter had gone from his workbench and left his sash and casing unfinished. Fresh bark was in the tanner's vat, and the fresh chopped lightwood stood piled against the baker's oven. The blacksmith's shop was cold; but his coal-heap and ladling-pool and crooked water-horn were all there, as if he had just gone off for a holiday.
'This very complete little kitchen of ours, said Mortimer, 'in which nothing will ever be cooked 'My dear, dear Mortimer, returned his friend, lazily lifting his head a little to look at him, 'how often have I pointed out to you that its moral influence is the important thing? 'Its moral influence on this fellow! exclaimed Lightwood, laughing.
Not to risk being done out of the sweat of my brow, by any chances, I should wish afore going further to be swore in. 'I am not a swearer in of people, man. The visitor, clearly anything but reliant on this assurance, doggedly muttered 'Alfred David. 'Is that your name? asked Lightwood. 'My name? returned the man. 'No; I want to take a Alfred David.
'I did hope, Veneering goes on, 'to have had Lady Tippins to meet you; but she is always in request, and is unfortunately engaged. 'Mortimer Lightwood, resumes Veneering, 'whom you both know, is out of town; but he writes, in his whimsical manner, that as we ask him to be bridegroom's best man when the ceremony takes place, he will not refuse, though he doesn't see what he has to do with it.
Well, then, ain't it reasonable to ask, who was it?" Thus Mr. Inspector. "At least, you won't object to write down your name and address?" The stranger took the pen and wrote down, "Mr. Julius Handford, Exchequer Coffee House, Palace Yard, Westminster." At the coroner's inquest next day, Mr. Mortimer Lightwood watched the proceedings on behalf of the representatives of the deceased; and Mr.
I I want to find the place where I can see what is described here. It is possible I may know it. He was panting, and could hardly speak; but, he showed a copy of the newly-printed bill that was still wet upon the wall. Perhaps its newness, or perhaps the accuracy of his observation of its general look, guided Gaffer to a ready conclusion. 'This gentleman, Mr Lightwood, is on that business.
Why, how soon you rust in my absence! You don't understand yet? Those fellows who were here one night. They are the scouts I speak of, as doing me the honour to attend me after dark. 'How long has this been going on? asked Lightwood, opposing a serious face to the laugh of his friend. 'I apprehend it has been going on, ever since a certain person went off.
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