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He was not an inspector, he was not a sergeant, he was not a common officer, and he was never seen in official dress. Who was Mr. Butterby? Helstonleigh wondered. That he had a great deal to do with the police, was one of their staff, and received his pay, was certain; but, what his standing might be, and what his peculiar line of duty, they could not tell.
You may, perhaps it's best known to yourself but never Arthur." "I don't mean that. I mean, can it be true that the police suspect him?" "Oh! that's what your face becomes milky for? You ought to have been born a girl, Miss Charley. If the police do suspect him, what of that? they'll only have the tables turned upon themselves, Butterby might come out and say he suspects me of murder!
"I don't care for the police; I don't care for Butterby," cried Tom, stamping his foot in his terrible indignation. "I ask, who dares to say it here?" "I do, then! Come, Mr.
It is nobody but that evil, mischief-making Butterby, and I'd give a crown out of my pocket to have a good duck at him in the river!" With regard to Mr. Galloway's knowing nothing of the active proceedings taken against Arthur, Roland was right. Mr. Butterby had despatched a note to Mr.
"I have a very great mind," he growled to himself, "to send for Butterby, and let him rake it all up again!" The uncertainty vexed him, and it seemed as if the affair was never to have an end. "What, if I show Arthur Channing the letter first, and study his countenance as he looks at it? I may gather something from that. I don't fancy he'd be an over good actor, as some might be.
"Now, then, what did Butterby want?" "I don't know what he wanted," replied Jenkins. "You will sit there till you tell me," resolutely replied the lady. "I am not going to have police inquisitors making mysterious visits inside my doors, and not know what they do it for. You'll tell me every word that passed, and the sooner you begin, the better."
Butterby embrace your poor ol' father 'n law." Of the conclusion of this episode, I fear I am somewhat confused. I have an indistinct recollection that Mrs. Lawk and Malinda Jane were both carried off in a fainting condition; and that my enthusiastic friends gave three rousing cheers for Alderman Lawk, and three more for me.
Galloway, calmly. "Must I repeat it for the third time? I will not swear that I put the note into the letter." "But your instructions to me were that you did put the note into the letter," cried Mr. Butterby, interrupting the examination. "I will not swear it," reiterated the witness. "Then there's an end of the case!" exclaimed the magistrates' clerk, in some choler.
"Then I fear you stand little chance of ever seeing it again. That fact known, no time would be lost in parting with it; they'd make haste to get it safe off." Not an instant did Mr. Butterby take for consideration upon quitting Mr. Galloway. With a sharp, unhesitating step, as though his mind had been made up for a month past as to what his course must be, he took his way to the house of Mr.
Jenkins, who had the office to himself, thought he must be "somewhere in the town," as he had not said he was going out of it. Mr. Butterby went back crest-fallen, and confessed that, not to take up longer the time of their worships unnecessarily, the case must be remanded to the morrow. "We will take bail," said the magistrates, before the application was made.
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