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Pump and piston, the hurly-burly and the tinkler created an alarm to scare cat and mouse and Cardinal spider, all that run or weave in desolate houses, with the good result of a certain degree of heat to his frame. He ceased, panting. No stir within, nor light. That white stare of windows at the moon was undisturbed. The Downs were like a wavy robe of shadowy grey silk.
'I wish, Mr Inspector, said she, in a very small voice, 'to be taken by you to the dead-house. 'To the dead-house, Miss Whichello, ma'am! said the iron Tinkler, hardly able to conceal his astonishment, although it was against his disciplinarian ideas to show emotion. 'There is a dead man in there, Mr Inspector, whom I knew under very different circumstances more than twenty years ago.
I just wonder what Miss Mackenzie would say to ye! Kate, stop here till they are all bedded and turn off yon gas." Long before the gas was extinguished Baubie had retired into darkness beneath the bed-clothes, rage and mortification swelling her small heart. Good-for-nothing street-songs! Tinkler! Mrs. Duncan's scornful epithets rang in her ears and cut her to the quick.
Being thus ignorant, it was not to be expected that her evidence would be of any value, so at her earnest request Tinkler held his tongue, and forebore to summon her as a witness. Miss Whichello was greatly relieved in her own mind when the inspector came to this conclusion, but she did not let Tinkler see her relief.
The innkeeper shouted to Leon and Spidel, and the tinkler was excitedly questioned. Dobson laughed and slapped his thigh. He gave orders to the others, and himself joined the tinkler and hurried off in the direction of the Garplefoot. Something was happening there, something of ill omen, for the man's face and manner had been triumphant. Were the boats landing?
'Then let me recommend to your attention the works of a French author, by name Gaboriau. There's a man in them called Lecoq, who would have found out the truth, Mr Inspector. 'Fiction, Dr Graham, sir! Fiction. 'True enough, Mr Inspector, but most fiction is founded on fact. 'Well, sir, said Tinkler, with a superior wise smile, 'I should like to see our case in the hands of your Mr Lecoq.
"Got the ticket?" said the gentleman, cleverly seeing that he meant "get out of pawn." "Yes," said Dickie; "and it's my own Tinkler that my daddy gave me before he died, and my aunt Missa propagated it when I was in hospital." The man looked carefully at the card. "All right," he said at last; "hand over the flowers. "Here, Humphreys, put these in a jug of water till I go home. And get this out."
'We can't all be gipsies, Mr Baltic, sir. Proceed! What about the pistol? 'The pistol, continued Baltic, passing over the envious sneer, 'had a silver plate on the butt, inscribed with the letters "G.P." I did not know if the weapon belonged to Bishop George Pendle, Captain George Pendle, or to Mr Gabriel Pendle. Inspector Tinkler looked up aghast.
'Did she tell you she visited the dead-house? asked Tinkler, his eyes growing larger at the extent of the chaplain's information. 'Of course she did, replied Cargrim, and this was truer than most of his remarks. Tinkler brought down a heavy fist with a bang on his desk. 'Then I'm blest, Mr Cargrim, sir, if I can understand what she meant by asking me to hold my tongue.
'Well, let's see him, interrupted Sponge, 'and we can talk about terms after. 'Certainly, sir, certainly, replied Buckram, again letting loose a reaccumulated rush of silver down his pocket. 'Here, Tom! Joe! Harry! where's Sam? giving the little tinkler of a bell a pull as he spoke.
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