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Negget smashed on the floor, and the farmer himself, with every appearance of astonishment, stared at the apparition open-mouthed. "Mr. Bodfish!" he said at length, slowly. Mr. Bodfish, incapable of speech, glared at him ferociously. "Leave him alone," said Mrs. Clowes, who was ministering to her friend. "Can't you see the man's upset at frightening her? She's coming round, Mr.
"Was the brooch there last night?" he inquired. "It were," said Mr. Negget, promptly. "Lizzie made me get up just as the owd clock were striking twelve to get her a lozenge." "It seems pretty certain that the brooch went since then," mused Mr. Bodfish. "It would seem like it to a plain man," said Mr. Negget, guardedly. "I should like to see the box," said Mr. Bodfish. Mrs.
"I'm the law here, and I'm the police here. That little tiny bit o' dirt was off my boots, I dare say. I don't care if it was." "Very good," said Mr. Bodfish, turning to his indignant niece; "if he likes to look at it that way, there's nothing more to be said. I only wanted to get your brooch back for you, that's all; but if he's against it " "I'm against your asking Mrs.
I said that I named no names, and didn't wish to think bad of anybody, and that if I found the brooch back in the box when I went up stairs again, I should forgive whoever took it." "And what did Emma say?" inquired Mr. Bodfish. "Emma said a lot o' things," replied Mrs. Negget, angrily. "I'm sure by the lot she had to say you'd ha' thought she was the missis and me the servant.
Bodfish, who was economizing space by sitting on the bread- pan, and trembling with agitation. "He's a lonely man," said Negget, shaking his head and glancing from the corner of his eye at the door of the larder. In his wildest dreams he had not imagined so choice a position, and he resolved to give full play to an idea which suddenly occurred to him. "I dare say," said Mrs.
Negget, and with brazen effrontery not only met his wife's eye without quailing, but actually glanced down at her boots. Mr. Bodfish came back to his chair and ruminated. Then he looked up and spoke. "It was missed this morning at ten minutes past twelve," he said, slowly; "it was there last night. At eleven o'clock you came in and found Mrs. Driver sitting in that chair."
Negget, eagerly. It was an odd place for an ex-policeman, especially as a small legacy added to his pension had considerably improved his social position, but Mr. Bodfish had himself suggested it in the professional hope that the person who had taken Mrs. Negget's gold brooch might try for further loot. He had, indeed, suggested baiting the dressing-table with the farmer's watch, an idea which Mr.
"I am perfectly well, and in possession of all my faculties. Now tell me. Can you imagine anything more awful than to spend a weekend with Bodfish?" On the spur of the moment I could not. "Can you imagine anything more delightful, then, than not spending a weekend with Bodfish? Well, that's what I'm doing now.
Bodfish their faces at once regained their wonted calm, and the ex-constable in a somewhat offended manner resumed his inquiries. "Mrs. Driver has been here a good bit lately," he remarked, slowly. Mr. Negget's eyes watered, and his mouth worked piteously. "If you can't behave yourself, George began began his wife, fiercely. "What is the matter?" demanded Mr. Bodfish.
I don't indulge in a mere momentary self-congratulation, I do the thing thoroughly. If I were weekending at Bodfish's, I should have arrived there just half an hour ago. I therefore selected that moment for beginning not to weekend with Bodfish. I settled myself in this chair and I did not have my back slapped at the station.
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