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Galloway, "your manner and your words are opposed to each other, as they were at the time. The one gives the lie to the other. But I begin to believe you did not take it." "I did not," returned Arthur. "And therefore as I don't like to be played with and made sport of, like a cat tormenting a mouse I think I shall give orders to Butterby for a fresh investigation." It startled Arthur. Mr.
"In this way, if a note should turn out to be bad, you could not return it to its owner." "I never took a bad note in my life," said Mr. Galloway, speaking impulsively. "There's not a better judge of notes than myself in the kingdom; and Jenkins is as good as I am." Another silence. Mr. Butterby remained in the same attitude, his head and eyes bent.
History of the case as related by himself. I don't see how I ever came to be married. It was certainly the last thing my friends expected of me, and it was the last thing I ever expected of myself; but that I am married, Mrs. J. Moses Butterby, and Master Alphonso Moses Butterby, are both here to testify. What so aristocratic a family found in me to admire is as much a secret now as then.
"Butterby pitched upon Arthur, because there happened to be nobody else at hand to pitch upon; just as he'd have pitched upon you, Mr. Huntley, had you happened to be in the office that afternoon." "Mr. Arthur Channing was not guilty, I am sure, sir; pray do not think him so," resumed Jenkins, his eye lighting as he turned to Mr. Huntley. And Mr. Huntley smiled in response to the earnestness.
But we found no one, though Simon had certainly hidden these fellows somewhere in the thickets. Whilst we were at table next morning, we heard a great commotion in the hall; and Mrs. Butterby coming in a mighty pucker, told how the robber had been taken in the park, and how Simon had brought him to the house in obedience to her lady's command.
"I am astonished at Galloway!" he observed, when he had spoken with them some moments. "Should he go on with the case, the town will cry shame upon him." "Ah, but you see it was that meddling Butterby, not Galloway," returned Yorke. "As if Galloway did not know us chaps in his office better than to suspect us!" "I fancy Butterby is fonder of meddling than he need be," said the organist.
"Never, never again shall you leave my protecting wing. Oh, inhuman monster, how could you be so heartless?" "Monster" was given with a decidedly unpleasant bite, and recalled my calmness. "Mrs. Mountchessington Lawk," I placidly observed, "I have not the remotest idea what you are talking about." "Moses Butterby, you're a brute." She rose to her feet.
"Don't talk rubbish, Jenkins," rebuked Roland. "You have defended Galloway all through the piece, but he is as much to blame as Butterby. Why did he turn off Channing?" "You do not think him guilty, Roland, I see," said Mr. Huntley. "I should hope I don't," answered Roland.
"Hamish Channing is in a responsible position; he would not be likely to emperil it for a twenty-pound note; and he could not know that the letter contained money." Mr. Butterby was not cognizant of quite the facts of the case, you see. "It is absurd to suspect Arthur Channing."
A bundle, which, during the excitement, lay on her lap, broke open; and my mother-in-law, like Cleopatra in her roses, stood knee-deep in baby-clothes. In a moment the truth burst upon me. I was unmanned, limp, and disjointed. The shock was too much! A baby Butterby! It is needless for me to remark to married men that the era of prospective paternity is an era of sacrifice.
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