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Bleak House by Charles Dickens Chapter 54. Springing a mine.

Refreshed by sleep, Mr. Bucket rises at times in the morning and prepares for a field day.

Smartened up by the aid of a clean shirt and a wet hairbrush with which instrument on occasions

of ceremony, he lubricates such thin locks as remained to him after his life of severe study.

Mr. Bucket lays in a breakfast of two mutton chops as a foundation to work upon,

together with tea, eggs, toast, and marmalade on a corresponding scale.

Having much enjoyed these strengthening matters and having held subtle conference

with his familiar demon, he confidently instructs Mercury just to mention quietly to Sir Leicester

deadlock baronet that whenever he's ready for me, I'm ready for him. A gracious message,

being returned, that Sir Leicester will expedite his dressing and join Mr. Bucket in the library

within ten minutes. Mr. Bucket repairs to that apartment and stands before the fire with his

finger on his chin, looking at the blazing coals. Thoughtful Mr. Bucket is, as a man may be with

weighty work to do, but composed, sure, confident. From the expression of his face, he might be a famous

whisper-player for a large steak, say a hundred guineas certain, with the game in his hand,

but with a high reputation involved in his playing his hand out to the last guard in a masterly way.

Not in the least anxious or disturbed is Mr. Bucket, when Sir Leicester appears,

but he eyes the baronet aside as he comes slowly to his easy chair, with that observant gravity of

yesterday, in which there might have been yesterday, but for the audacity of his idea, a touch of

compassion. I am sorry to have kept you waiting, officer, but I am rather later than my usual hour

this morning. I am not well. The agitation and the indignation from which I have recently suffered

have been too much for me. I am subject to gout. Sir Leicester was going to say in disposition and

would have said it to anybody else, but Mr. Bucket palpably knows all about it, and recent circumstances

have brought it on. As he takes his seat with some difficulty and with an air of pain, Mr. Bucket

draws a little nearer, standing with one of his large hands on the library table. I am not aware

officer Sir Leicester observes, raising his eyes to his face, whether you wish us to be alone,

but that is entirely as you please. If you do well and good, if not, Mr. Deadlock would be interested.

Why? Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet returns Mr. Bucket with his head persuasively on one side,

and his forefinger pendant at one ear like an earring. We can't be too private, just at present.

You will presently see that we can't be too private. A lady under the circumstances and especially

in Mr. Deadlock's elevated station of society can't but be agreeable to me. But speaking without

a view to myself, I will take the liberty of assuring you that I know we can't be too private.

That is enough. So much so, Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, Mr. Bucket resumes,

that I was on the point of asking your permission to turn the key in the door.

By all means, Mr. Bucket's skillfully and softly takes that precaution,

stooping on his knee for a moment, from mere force of habit, so to adjust the key in the lock

as that no one shall peep in from the outside. Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet,

I mentioned yesterday evening that I wanted but a very little to complete this case.

I have now completed it and collected proof against the person who did this crime.

Against the soldier? No, Sir Leicester Deadlock, not the soldier.

Sir Leicester looks astounded and inquires, is the man in custody?

Mr. Bucket tells him after a pause. It was a woman.

Sir Leicester leans back in his chair and breathlessly ejaculates. Good heaven.

Now Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, Mr. Bucket begins standing over him with one hand,

spread out on the library table and the forefinger of the other in impressive use.

It's my duty to prepare you for a train of circumstances that may, and I go so far as to say

that will give you a shock. But Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, you are a gentleman,

and I know what a gentleman is and what a gentleman is capable of. A gentleman

can bear a shock when it must come boldly and steadily. A gentleman can make up his mind

to stand up against almost any blow. Why take yourself, Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet?

If there's a blow to be inflicted on you, you naturally think of your family.

You ask yourself, how would all the ancestors of yours, away to Julius Caesar,

not to go beyond him at present, have borne that blow. You remember scores of them

that would have borne it well, and you bear it well on their accounts and to maintain the

family credit. That's the way you argue, and that's the way you act, Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet.

Sir Leicester leaning back in his chair and grasping the elbows, sits looking at him with a

stony face. Now, Sir Leicester Deadlock proceeds Mr. Bucket, thus preparing you, let me beg of you

not to trouble your mind for a moment as to anything having come to my knowledge. I know so much

about so many characters high and low that a piece of information, more or less, don't signify a

straw. I don't suppose there's a move on the board that would surprise me, and as to this or that

move, having taken place, why my knowing it is no odds at all, any possible move, whatever,

provided it's in a wrong direction. Being a probable move according to my experience.

Therefore, what I say to you, Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet is, don't you go and let yourself be put

out of the way because of my knowing anything of your family affairs. I thank you for your

preparation, return Sir Leicester after a silence, without moving hand, foot or feature,

which I hope is not necessary, though I give it credit for being well intended. Be so good as to

go on. Also, Sir Leicester seems to shrink in the shadow of his figure, also to take a seat if

you have no objection. None at all, Mr. Bucket brings a chair and diminishes his shadow.

Now Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, with this short preface I come to the point, Lady Deadlock.

Sir Leicester raises himself in his seat and stares at him fiercely. Mr. Bucket brings the

finger into play as an emollient. Lady Deadlock, you see, she's universally admired.

That's what her lady ship is. She's universally admired, says Mr. Bucket.

I would greatly prefer Officer Sir Leicester returns stiffly. My lady's name being entirely

omitted from this discussion. So would I Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, but it's impossible.

Impossible? Mr. Bucket shakes his relentless head. Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, it's all

together impossible. What I have got to say is about her lady ship. She is the pivot it all turns

on. Officer retorts Sir Leicester with a fiery eye and a quivering lip. You know your duty,

do your duty, but be careful not to overstep it. I would not suffer it. I would not endure it.

You bring up my lady's name into this communication upon your responsibility, upon your

responsibility. My lady's name is not a name for common persons to trifle with.

Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, I say what I must say and no more. I hope it may prove so.

Very well, go on, go on, sir. Glancing at the angry eyes which now avoid him and at the angry

figure trembling from head to foot, yet striving to be still, Mr. Bucket feels his way with his

forefinger and in a low voice proceeds. Sir Leicester Deadlock baronet, it becomes my duty to tell

you that the deceased Mr. Tolkien horn long entertained mistrusts and suspicions of Lady Deadlock.

If he had dared to breathe them to me, sir, which he never did, I would have killed him myself

exclaim, Sir Leicester striking his hand upon the table. But in the very heat and fury of the act,

he stops, fixed by the knowing eyes of Mr. Bucket, whose forefinger is slowly going and who,

with mingled confidence and patience, shakes his head.

Sir Leicester Deadlock, the deceased Mr. Tolkien horn was deep and close. What he fully had in his mind

in the very beginning, I can't quite take upon myself to say. But I know from his lips that he

long ago suspected Lady Deadlock of having discovered through the sight of some handwriting

in this very house, and when you, yourself, Sir Leicester Deadlock were present, the existence

in great poverty of a certain person who had been her lover before you quoted her and who ought

to have been her husband. Mr. Bucket stops and deliberately repeats, ought to have been her husband,

not a doubt about it. I know from his lips that when that person soon afterwards died,

he suspected Lady Deadlock of visiting his wretched lodging and his wretched grave alone and in secret.

I know from my own inquiries and through my eyes and ears that Lady Deadlock did make such a visit

in the dress of her own maid, for the deceased Mr. Tolkien horn employed me to reckon up her

lady ship. If you'll excuse my making use of the term we commonly employ, and I reckoned her up

so far completely, I confronted the maid in the chambers of Lincoln's infields with a witness

who had been Lady Deadlock's guide, and there couldn't be the shadow of a doubt that she had worn

the young woman's dress unknown to her. Sir Leicester Deadlock Baronet, I did endeavour to

pave the way a little towards these unpleasant disclosures yesterday by saying that very strange

things happened even in high families sometimes. All this and more has happened in your own family,

and to and through your own Lady. It's my belief that the deceased Mr. Tolkien horn

followed up these inquiries to the hour of his death and that he and Lady Deadlock even had bad

blood between them upon the matter that very night. Now only you put that to Lady Deadlock,

Sir Leicester Deadlock, Baronet, and asked her lady ship weather, even after he had left here,

she didn't go down to his chambers with the intention of saying something further to him,

dressed in a loose black mantle with a deep fringe to it.

Sir Leicester Deadlock sits like a statue gazing at the cruel finger that is probing the life

blood of his heart. You put that to her lady ship, Sir Leicester Deadlock, Baronet, from me,

Inspector Bucket of the Detective, and if her lady ship makes any difficulty about admitting of it,

you tell her that it's no use, that Inspector Bucket knows it, and knows that she passed the

soldier as you called him, though he's not in the army now, and knows that she knows she passed him

on the staircase. Now Sir Leicester Deadlock, Baronet, why do I relate all this?

Sir Leicester, who has covered his face with his hands, uttering a single groan,

requests him to pause for a moment. By and by, he takes his hands away, and so preserves his dignity

and outward calmness, though there is no more color in his face than in his white hair,

that Mr. Bucket is a little odd by him. Something frozen and fixed is upon his manner,

over and above its usual shell of haughtiness, and Mr. Bucket soon detects an unusual

slowness in his speech, with now and then a curious trouble in beginning, which occasions him to

utter inarticulate sounds. With such sounds, he now breaks silence, soon however, controlling himself

to say, that he does not comprehend why a gentleman so faithful and zealous as the late Mr. Talkinghorn

should have communicated to him nothing of this painful, this distressing, this unlocked for,

this overwhelming, this incredible intelligence. Again, Sir Leicester Deadlock, Baronet returns Mr.

Bucket, put it to her lady ship to clear that up, put it to her lady ship if you think it right

from Inspector Bucket of the detective. You'll find, or I'm much mistaken, that the deceased

Mr. Talkinghorn had the intention of communicating the whole to you, as soon as he considered it ripe,

and further that he had given her lady ship so to understand. Why, he might have been going to reveal

it the very morning when I examine the body. You don't know what I'm going to say and do,

five minutes from this present time Sir Leicester Deadlock, Baronet, and supposing I was to be picked

off now, you might wonder why I hadn't done it, don't you see?

True, Sir Leicester avoiding, with some trouble, those obtrusive sounds, says true. At this juncture,

a considerable noise of voices is heard in the hall. Mr. Bucket, after listening, goes to the library

door, softly unlocks and opens it and listens again. Then he draws in his head and whispers hurriedly,

but composedly. Sir Leicester Deadlock, Baronet, this unfortunate family affair has taken air,

as I expected it might, the deceased Mr. Talkinghorn being cut down so sudden, the chance to hush

it is, to let in these people now in a wrangle with your footmen. Would you mind sitting quiet on the

family account while I reckon I'm up, and would you just throw in a nod when I seem to ask you for it?

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Celestir indistinctly answers. Officer, the best you can, the best you can, and Mr. Bucket with a

nod and a sagacious crook of the four fingers slips down into the hall where the voices quickly

die away. He is not long in returning, a few paces ahead of Mercury, and a brother deity also

powdered and impeached blossom smalls, who bear between them a chair in which is an incapable old man,

another man and two women come behind, directing the pitching of the chair in an affable

and easy manner, Mr. Bucket dismisses the Mercury's and locks the door again. Celestir looks on

at this invasion of the sacred precincts with an icy stare. Now perhaps you may know me,

ladies and gentlemen, says Mr. Bucket in a confidential voice. I am Inspector Bucket of the

Detective. I am, and this, producing the tip of his convenient little staff from his breast pocket,

is my authority. Now, you wanted to see Celestir deadlock Baronet? Well, you do see him, and mind you,

it ain't everyone as is admitted to that honor. Your name, old gentleman, is small weed. That's

what your name is. I know it well. Well, and you never heard of any harm of it, Christ, Mr.

Smallweed, in a shrill loud voice. You don't happen to know why they killed the pig, do you,

retorts Mr. Bucket, with a steadfast look but without loss of temper. No, why they killed him,

says Mr. Bucket, on account of his having so much cheek. Don't you get into the same position,

because it isn't worthy of you. You ain't in the habit of conversing with a deaf person, are you?

Yes, snarls, Mr. Smallweed. My wife's deaf. That accounts for you pitching your voice so high,

but as she ain't here, just pitch it on October to lower, will you? And I'll not only be obliged to

you, but it'll do you more credit, says Mr. Bucket. This other gentleman is in the preaching line,

I think. Name of Chadband, Mr. Smallweed puts it, speaking henceforth, in a much lower key.

Once had a friend and brother sergeant of the same name, says Mr. Bucket, offering his hand,

and consequently feel a liking for it. Mrs. Chadband, no doubt. And Mrs. Snacksby, Mr. Smallweed

introduces. Husbands, a law stationer, and a friend of my own, says Mr. Bucket. Love him like a brother.

Now, what's up? Do you mean what business have we come upon, Mr. Smallweed asks, a little dash

by the suddenness of this turn? Ah, you know what I mean. Let us hear what it's all about in the

presence of Sir Leicester Deadlock Baronette. Come. Mr. Smallweed, beckoning Mr. Chadband,

takes a moment's counsel with him in a whisper. Mr. Chadband, expressing a considerable

amount of oil from the pores of his forehead and the palms of his hands, says aloud, yes, you first

and retires to his former place. I was the client and friend of Mr. Tolkien Horn,

pipe's grandfather, Smallweed, then. I did business with him. I was useful to him and he was useful

to me. Crook, dead and gone, was my brother-in-law. He was own brother to a brimstone magpie,

least ways Mrs. Smallweed. I come into Crook's property. I examined all his papers and all his

effects. They were all dug out under my eyes. There was a bundle of letters belonging to a dead

and gone larger, as was hit away at the back of a shelf in the side of Lady Jane's bed,

his cat's bed. He hid all manner of things away everywhere. Mr. Tolkien Horn wanted him and

got him, but I looked him over first. I'm a man of business, and I took a squint at him.

They were letters from the largest sweetheart, and she signed Anoria. Dear me, that's not a common

name. Anoria, is it? There's no lady in this house that signs Anoria, is there? Oh no, I don't

think so. Oh no, I don't think so, and not in the same hand, perhaps. Oh no, I don't think so.

Here Mr. Smallweed seized with a fit of coughing in the midst of his triumph, breaks off to ejaculate.

Oh dear me, oh Lord, I'm shaken all to pieces. Now, when your ready,

says Mr. Bucket, after awaiting his recovery, to come to anything that concerns Sir Leicester

Deadlock Baronette, here the gentleman sits, you know. Haven't I come to it, Mr. Bucket,

Christ grandfather Smallweed? Isn't the gentleman concerned yet? Not with Captain Harden,

and his ever-affection at Anoria, and their child into the bargain? Come then, I want to know

where those letters are. That concerns me, if it don't concern Sir Leicester Deadlock. I will know

where they are, I won't have them disappear so quietly. I hand him over to my friend and solicitor,

Mr. Tolkienhorn, not to anybody else. Why, he paid you for them, you know, and handsome too,

says Mr. Bucket. I don't care for that. I want to know who's got him, and I tell you what we

want, what we all here want, Mr. Bucket. We want more paints taking and search making into this

murder. We know where the interest and the motive was, and you have not done enough,

if George the Vagabondra Goon had any hand in it, he was only an accomplice and was set on.

You know what I mean as well as any man. Now, I'll tell you what, says Mr. Bucket,

instantaneously altering his manner, coming close to him and communicating an extraordinary fascination

to the forefinger. I am damned if I am a going to have my case spoiled, or interfered with,

or anticipated by so much as half a second of time, by any human being in creation. You want more

paint-staking and search-making? You do? Do you see this hand and do you think that I don't know

the right time to stretch it out and put it on the arm that fired that shot? Such is the dread

power of the man, and so terribly evident it is that he makes no idle boast that Mr. Smallweed

begins to apologize. Mr. Bucket dismissing his sudden anger checks him.

The advice I give you is, don't trouble your head about the murder. That's my affair.

You keep half an eye on the newspapers, and I shouldn't wonder if you was to read something

about it before long. If you look sharp. I know my business, and that's all I've got to say

to you on that subject. Now about those letters. You want to know who's got them. I don't mind

telling you. I have got them. Is that the packet? Mr. Smallweed looks with greedy eyes at the little

bundle Mr. Bucket produces from a mysterious part of his coat and identifies it as the same.

What have you got to say next? Ask Mr. Bucket. Now, don't open your mouth too wide,

because you don't look handsome when you do it. I want 500 pounds. No, you don't. You mean 50

says Mr. Bucket humorously. It appears, however, that Mr. Smallweed means 500. That is,

I am deputed by Sir Leicester deadlock Baronette to consider without admitting or promising anything.

This bit of business says Mr. Bucket. Sir Leicester mechanically bows his head,

and you ask me to consider a proposal of 500 pounds? Why, it's an unreasonable proposal.

250 would be bad enough, but better than that. Hadn't you better say 250? Mr. Smallweed is quite

clear that he had better not. Then says Mr. Bucket. Let's hear Mr. Chadband. Lord, many a time I've

heard my old fellow sergeant of that name, and a moderate man he was in all respects as ever I

come across. Thus invited, Mr. Chadband steps forth, and after a little sleek, smiling, and a

little oil grinding with the palms of his hands delivers himself as follows. My friends, we are now

Rachel, my wife, and I, in the mansions of the rich and great. Why are we now in the mansions of

the rich and great, my friends? Is it because we are invited, because we are bitten to feast with

them, because we are bitten to rejoice with them, because we are bitten to play the loot with them,

because we are bitten to dance with them? No. Then why are we here, my friends? Are we in

possession of a sinful secret, and do we require corn and wine and oil, or what is much the same

thing money for the keeping thereof? Probably so, my friends. You're a man of business all you

return, Mr. Bucket, very attentive, and consequently you're going on to mention what the nature of your

secret is. You are right. You couldn't do better. Let us then, my brother, in a spirit of love,

says Mr. Chadband, with a cunning eye, proceed unto it, Rachel, my wife, advance.

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Mrs. Chad Van more than ready so advances us to jostle her husband into the background

and confronts Mr. Bucket with a hard frowning smile. Since you want to know what we know,

says she. I'll tell you, I helped to bring up Miss Harden, her ladyship's daughter.

I was in the service of her ladyship sister who was very sensitive to the disgrace her ladyship

brought upon her and gave out even to her ladyship that the child was dead. She was very nearly so

when she was born, but she's alive and I know her. With these words and a laugh and laying a bitter

stress on the word ladyship, Mrs. Chad Van folds her arms and looks implacably at Mr. Bucket.

I suppose now returns that officer you will be expecting a 20 pound note or a present of about

that figure. Mrs. Chad Van merely laughs and contemptuously tells him he can offer 20 pence.

My friend the law stationers good lady over there says Mr. Debucket luring Mrs. Snags

beforeward with the finger. What may your game be, ma'am? Mrs. Snagsby is at first prevented by

tears and lamentations from stating the nature of her game, but by degrees it confusedly comes to

light that she is a woman overwhelmed with injuries and wrongs, who Mr. Snagsby has abitually

deceived abandoned and sought to keep in darkness, and whose chief comfort under her afflictions

has been the sympathy of the late Mr. Tolkien horn, who showed so much commiseration for her

on one occasion of his calling in Cook's Court in the absence of her perjured husband,

that she has of late habitually carried to him all her woes.

Everybody it appears the present company accepted has plotted against Mrs. Snagsby's peace.

There is Mr. Guppey, clerked to Kenji and Carboy, who was at first as open as the sun at noon,

but who suddenly shut up as close as midnight under the influence no doubt of Mr. Snagsby's suborning

and tampering. There is Mr. Weevil, friend of Mr. Guppey, who lived mysteriously up a court,

owing to the like coherent causes. There was crook deceased, there was Nimrod deceased, and there

was Joe deceased, and they were all in it. In what? Mrs. Snagsby does not with particularity express,

but she knows that Joe was Mr. Snagsby's son, as well as if a trumpet had spoken it,

and she followed Mr. Snagsby when he went on his last visit to the boy, and if he was not his son,

why did he go? The one occupation of her life has been for some time back. To follow Mr. Snagsby to

infrow and up and down, and to piece suspicious circumstances together, and every circumstance that

has happened has been most suspicious, and in this way she has pursued her object of detecting

and confounding her false husband night and day. Thus did it come to pass that she brought the

Chad bands and Mr. Tolkien horn together, and conferred with Mr. Tolkien horn on the change in

Mr. Guppey and helped to turn up the circumstances in which the present company are interested,

casually, by the wayside, being still and ever on the great high road that is to terminate in Mr.

Snagsby's full exposure and a matrimonial separation. All this, Mrs. Snagsby as an injured woman

and friend of Mrs. Chad band, and the follower of Mr. Chan band, and the mourner of the late Mr.

Tolkien horn is here to certify under the seal of confidence, with every possible confusion and

involvement possible and impossible, having no pecuniary motive whatever, and no scheme or project,

but the one mentioned, and bringing here and taking everywhere her own dense atmosphere of dust,

arising from the ceaseless working of her mill of jealousy. While this exhortium is in hand,

and it takes some time, Mr. Bucket, who has seen through the transparency of Mrs. Snagsby's vinegar

at a glance, confers with his familiar demon, and bestows his shrewed attention on the Chad bands

and Mr. Smallweed. Sir Leicester deadlock remains immovable, with the same icy surface upon him,

except that he once or twice looks toward Mr. Bucket as relying on that officer alone of all mankind.

Very good, says Mr. Bucket. Now I understand you, you know, and being deputed by Sir Leicester

deadlock baronet to look into this little matter. Again, Sir Leicester mechanically bows in

confirmation of the statement. Can give it my fair and full attention. Now I won't allude to

conspiring to extort money or anything of that sort, because we are men and women of the world here,

and our object is to make things pleasant. But I tell you what I do wonder at. I am surprised that

you should think of making a noise below in the hall. It was so opposed to your interests. That's

what I look at. We wanted to get in, please, Mr. Smallweed. Why, of course, you wanted to get in,

Mr. Bucket as certs with cheerfulness. But for an old gentleman at your time of life,

what I call truly venerable mind you, with his wits sharpened as I have no doubt they are,

by the loss of the use of his limbs, which occasions all his animation to mount up into his head,

not to consider that if he don't keep such a business as the present, as close as possible,

it can't be worth a mag to him. It's so curious. You see your temper got the better of you.

That's where you lost ground, says Mr. Bucket in an argumentative and friendly way.

I only said I wouldn't go without one of their servants came up to Sir Leicester deadlock,

returns Mr. Smallweed. That's it. That's where your temper got the better of you.

Now, you keep it under another time and you'll make money by it. Shall I ring for them to carry you

down? When are we to hear more of this, Mrs. Chad Benz sternly demands. Bless your heart for a true

woman. Always curious, your delightful sex is, replies Mr. Bucket with gallantry. I shall have

the pleasure of giving you a call tomorrow or next day, not forgetting Mr. Smallweed and his

proposal of 250. 500 exclaims Mr. Smallweed. All right, nominally 500. Mr. Bucket has his hand on

the bell-rope. Shall I wish you good day for the present on the part of myself and the gentleman

of the house? He asks in an insinuating tone. Nobody, having the hardy hood to object to his doing so,

he does it and the party retire as they came up. Mr. Bucket follows them to the door and returning

says with an air of serious business. Sir Leicester deadlock, Baronit, it's for you to consider whether

or not to buy this up. I should recommend on the whole it's being bought up myself and I think

it may be bought pretty cheap. You see that little pickled cowcomber of a Mrs. Snagsby has been used

by all sides of the speculation and has done a deal more harm in bringing odds and ends together

than if she had meant it. Mr. Tolkien horned deceased. He held all these horses in his hand and could

have drove him his own way. I haven't a doubt, but he was fetched off the box head foremost and now

they have got their legs over the traces and are all dragging and pulling their own ways.

So it is and such is life, the cats away and the mice they play and the frost breaks up in the

water runs now with regard to the party to be apprehended. Sir Leicester seems to wake though his

eyes have been wide open and he looks intently at Mr. Bucket as Mr. Bucket refers to his watch.

The party to be apprehended is now in this house proceeds Mr. Bucket putting up his watch with a

steady hand and with rising spirits and I'm about to take her into custody in your presence.

Sir Leicester deadlocked Baronette, don't you say a word, not yet stir. There'll be no noise

and no disturbance at all. I'll come back in the course of the evening if agreeable to you

and endeavour to meet your wishes respecting this unfortunate family matter and the nobiest way

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a French woman enters Mademoiselle Ortons. The moment she is in the room Mr. Bucket claps the door

to and puts his back against it. The suddenness of the noise occasions her to turn and then for the

first time she sees her lester dudlock in his chair. I ask your pardon she mutters hurriedly.

They tell me there was no one here. Her step toward the door springs her front to front with Mr. Bucket.

Suddenly a spasm shoots across her face and she turns deadly pale.

This is my larger surlester dudlock says Mr. Bucket nodding at her. This foreign young woman has

been my larger for some weeks back. What do surlester dudlock care for that you think my angel

returns Mademoiselle in a jocular strain. Why my angel returns Mr. Bucket we shall see.

Mademoiselle Ortons eyes him with a skull upon her tight face which gradually changes into a

smile of scorn. You are very mysterious. Are you drunk? tolerable sober my angel returns Mr. Bucket.

I come from arriving at this so distestable house with your wife. Your wife have left me since some

minutes. They tell me downstairs that your wife is here. I come here and your wife is not here.

What is the intention of this fool's play say then? Mademoiselle demands with her arms

composedly crossed but with something in her dark cheek beating like a clock. Mr. Bucket merely

shakes the finger at her. Oh my god you are an unhappy idiot.

Christ Mademoiselle with a toss of her head and a laugh. Leave me to pass downstairs great pig

with a stamp of her foot and a menace. Now Mademoiselle says Mr. Bucket in a cool determined way.

You will go and sit down upon that sofa. I will not sit down upon nothing she replies with a

shower of nods. Now Mademoiselle repeats Mr. Bucket making no demonstration except with the

finger. You sit down upon that sofa. Why? Because I take you into custody on a charge of murder

and you don't need to be told it. Now I want to be polite to one of your sex and a foreigner if I

can. If I can't I must be rough and there's a rougher one's outside. What I am to be depends on

you so I recommend you as a friend of four another half a blessed moment has passed over your head

to go and sit down upon that sofa. Mademoiselle complies saying in a concentrated voice while

that something in her cheeks beats fast and hard. You are a devil. Now you see Mr. Bucket proceeds

approvingly. You're comfortable and conducting yourself as I should expect a foreign young woman

of your sense to do. So I'll give you a piece of advice and it's this. Don't talk too much.

You're not expected to say anything here and you can't keep too quiet a tongue in your head.

In short the less you parlay the better you know. Mr. Bucket is very complacent over this

French explanation. Mademoiselle with that tigerish expansion of the mouth and her black eyes darting

fire upon him sits upright on the sofa in a rigid state with her hands clenched and her feet

too when might suppose muttering. Oh you bucket you are a devil. Now Sir Leicester deadlock

Baronette says Mr. Bucket and from this time fourth the finger never rests. This young woman my

lodger was her lady ships made at the time I have mentioned to you and this young woman besides

being extraordinary vehement and passionate against her leadership after being discharged.

Lie Christ Madamoiselle I discharged myself. Now why don't you take my advice returns Mr. Bucket

in an impressive almost in an imploring tone. I am surprised at the discreteness you commit.

You you'll say something that'll be used against you you know. You're sure to come to it.

Never you mind what I say till it's given in evidence. It is not addressed to you.

Discharge to Christ Madamoiselle furiously by her leadership a my faith a pretty lady ship why

I win my character by remaining with a lady ship so in fame. Upon my soul I wonder at you Mr. Bucket

reminstrates I thought the French were a polite nation I did really yet to hear a female going on

like that before Sir Leicester deadlock Baronette. He is a poor abused Christ Madamoiselle I spit

upon his house upon his name upon his imbecility all of which she makes the carpet represent.

Oh that is he is a great man oh yes superb oh heaven ba well Sir Leicester deadlock precedes Mr. Bucket

this intemperate foreigner also angrily took it into her head that she had established a claim

upon Mr. Tolkienhorn deceased by attending on the occasion I told you of at his chambers

though she was liberally paid for her time in trouble lie Christ Madamoiselle I refuse his

money altogether if you will parlay you know says Mr. Bucket parenthetically you must take the

consequences now whether she became my larger Sir Leicester deadlock with any deliberate intention

then of doing this deed and blinding me I give no opinion on but she lived in my house in that

capacity at the time that she was hovering about the chambers of the deceased Mr. Tolkienhorn

with a view to a wrangle and likewise persecuting and half frightening the life out of an unfortunate

stationer lie Christ Madamoiselle oh lie the murder was committed Sir Leicester deadlock

baronet and you know under what circumstances now I beg of you to follow me close with your

attention for a minute or two I was sent for and the case was entrusted to me I examined the

place and the body and the papers and everything from information I received from a clock in the

same house I took George into custody as having been seen hanging about there on the night and at

the very night the time of the murder also as having been overheard in high words with the deceased

on former occasions even threatening him as the witness made out if you ask me Sir Leicester

deadlock whether from the first I believe George to be the murderer I tell you candidly no but he

might be not worth standing and there was enough against him to make it my duty to take him

and get him kept under remand now observe as Mr. Bucket bends forward in some excitement for him

and inaugurates what he is going to say with one ghostly beat of his forefinger in the air

Madamoiselle Hortons fixes her black eyes upon him with a dark frown and sets her dry lips closely

and firmly together I went home Sir Leicester deadlocked Baronet at night and found this young woman

having supper with my wife Mrs. Bucket she had made a mighty show of being fond of Mrs. Bucket

from her first offering herself as our larger but that night she made more than ever in fact overdid

it likewise she overdid her respect and all that for the lamented memory of the deceased Mr.

Tolkien horn by the living lord it flashed upon me as I sat opposite to her at the table

and saw her with a knife in her hand that she had done it Madamoiselle is hardly audible in

straining through her teeth and lips the words you are a devil now where pursues Mr. Bucket had

she been on the night of the murder she had been to the theater she really was there I have found

since both before the deed and after it I knew I had an artful customer to deal with and that

proof would be very difficult and I laid a trap for her such a trap as I never laid yet with

such a venture as I never made yet I worked it out in my mind while I was talking to her at

supper when I went upstairs to bed our house being small and this young woman's ears sharp

I stuffed the sheet into Mrs. Bucket's mouth that she shouldn't say a word of surprise

and told her all about it my dear don't you give your mind to that again or I shall link your

feet together at the ankles Mr. Bucket breaking off has made a noiseless descent upon Madamoiselle

and laid his heavy hand upon her shoulder what is the matter with you now she asks him

don't you think anymore returns Mr. Bucket with and monetary finger of throwing yourself out of

window that's what's the matter with me come just take my arm you needn't get up I'll sit down

by you now take my arm will you I'm a married man you know you're acquainted with my wife

just take my arm vainly endeavouring to moisten those dry lips with a painful sound she struggles

with herself and complies

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now we're all right again sir lester deadlock baronette this case could never have been the case

it is but for missus bucket who was a woman in fifty thousand in a hundred and fifty thousand

to throw this young woman off her guard I have never set foot in our house since though I've

communicated with missus bucket in the baker's loaves and in the milk as often as required my whispered

words to missus bucket when she had the sheet in her mouth were my dear can you throw her off

continually with natural accounts of my suspicions against George and this and that and the other

can you do without rest and keep watch upon her night and day can you undertake to say she shall

do nothing without my knowledge she shall be my prisoner without suspecting it she shall

no more escape from me than from death and her life shall be my life and her soul my soul till

I have got her if she did this murder missus bucket says to me as well as she could speak on

account of the sheet bucket I can and she has acted up to it glorious lies mademoiselle

interposes all lies my friend sir lester deadlock baronette how did my calculations come out

under these circumstances when I calculated that this impetuous young woman would overdo

it in new directions was I wrong or right I was right what does she try to do don't let it give

you a turn to throw the murder on her lady ship so lester rises from his chair and staggers down

again and she got encouragement in it from hearing that I was always here which was done a purpose

now open that pocketbook of mine sir lester deadlock if I may take the liberty of throwing it

towards you and look at the letters sent to me each with the two words lady deadlock in it

open the one directed to yourself which I stopped this very morning and read the three words

lady deadlock murderous in it these letters have been falling about like a shower of lady birds

what do you say now to missus bucket from her spy place having seen them all written by this young

woman what do you say to missus bucket having within this half hour secured the corresponding

ink and paper fellow half sheets and whatnot what do you say to missus bucket having watched

the posting of him every one by this young woman so lester deadlock baronette mr bucket asks

triumphant in his admiration of his lady's genius two things are especially observable

as mr bucket proceeds to a conclusion first he seems imperceptibly to establish a dreadful

right of property in mademoiselle secondly that the very atmosphere she breathes seems to narrowing

contract about her as if a close net or a paw were being drawn nearer and yet nearer around her

breathless figure there is no doubt that her lady ship was on the spot at the eventful periods

as mr bucket and my foreign friend here saw her I believe from the upper part of the staircase

her lady ship and george and my foreign friend were all pretty close on one another's heels

but that don't signify anymore so i'll not go into it i found the wadding of the pistol

with which the deceased mr talking horn was shot it was a bit of the printed description

of your house at chestney world not much in that you'll say so lester deadlock baronette

no but when my foreign friend here is thoroughly off her guard as to think it is safe time to

tear up the rest of that leaf and when mr bucket puts the pieces together and finds the

wadding wanting it begins to look like queer street these are very long lies mademoiselle

interposes you post great deal it is that you have almost finished or are you speaking always

so lester deadlock baronette precedes mr bucket who delights in a full title and does violence

to himself when he dispenses with any fragment of it the last point in the case which i am now

going to mention shows the necessity of patience in our business and never doing a thing in a hurry

i watched this young woman yesterday without her knowledge when she was looking at the funeral

in company with my wife who planned to take her there and i had so much to convict her and i

saw such an expression in her face and my mind so rose against her malice toward her lady ship

and the time was altogether such a time for bringing down what you may call retribution upon her

that if i had been a younger hand with less experience i should have taken her certain

equally last night when her leadership as is so universally admired i am sure come home looking

why lord a man might almost say like venus rising from the ocean it was so unpleasant and inconsistent

to think of her being charged with the murder of which she was innocent that i felt quite to want

to put an end to the job what should i have lost so lester deadlock baronette i should have lost

the weapon my prisoner here proposed to mr bucket after the departure of the funeral that they

should go per bus a little ways into the country and take tea at a very decent house of entertainment

now near that house of entertainment there's a piece of water at tea my prisoner got up to fetch

her pocket handkerchief from the bedroom where the bonnet's was and she was rather a long time gone

and came back a little out of wind as soon as they came home this was reported to me by mr bucket

along with her observations and suspicions i had the piece of water dragged by moonlight

in presence of a couple of our men and the pocket pistol was brought up before it had been there

a half a dozen hours now my dear put your arm a little further through mine and hold it steady

and i shan't hurt you in a trice mr bucket snaps a handcuff on her wrist that's one says mr bucket

now the other darling to and all told he rises and she rises too where she asks him darkening her

large eyes until their drooping lids almost conceal them and yet they stare where is your false

your treacherous and cursed wife she's gone forward to the police office returns mr bucket

you'll see her there my dear i would like to kiss her exclaims met him with a whole tones

panting tygress like you'd bite her eyes suspects as mr bucket i would making her eyes very large

i would love to tear her limb from limb bless you darling says mr bucket with the greatest

composure i'm fully prepared to hear that your sex have such a surprising animosity against one

another when you do differ you don't mind me have so much do you know though you are devils still

angel and devil by turns a christ mr bucket but i am in my regular employment you must consider

let me put your shawl tidy i've been a lady's maid to a good many before now anything wanting to

the bonnet there's a cab at the door mademoiselle or tons casting an indignant eye at the glass

shakes herself perfectly neat in one shake and looks to do her justice uncommonly gentile

listen then my angel says she after several sarcastic nods you are very spiritual but can you

restore him back to life mr bucket answers not exactly

that is drool listen yet one time you are very spiritual can you make an honorable lady of her

don't be so malicious says mr bucket or a hotty gentleman of him

christ mademoiselle referring to sir lester with an effable disdain ae oh then regard him the poor

infant come come why this is worse parlaying than the other says mr bucket come along

you cannot do these things then you can do as you please with me it is but the death it is all

the same let us go my angel at you you old man gray i pity you and i despise you with these last

words she snaps her teeth together as if her mouth closed with a spring it is impossible to

describe how mr bucket gets her out but he accomplishes that feat in a manner so peculiar to

himself in folding and pervading her like a cloud and hovering away with her as if he were a

homely jupiter and she the object of his affections sir lester left alone remains in the same

attitude as though he were still listening and his attention were still occupied at length he

gazes around the empty room and finding it deserted rises unsteadily to his feet pushes back his

chair and walks a few steps supporting himself by the table then he stops and with more of those

inarticulate sounds lifts up his eyes and seems to stare at something heaven knows what he sees

the green green woods of chestney wall the noble house the pictures of his forefathers strangers

defacing them officers of police coarsely handling his most precious heirlooms thousands of

fingers pointing at him thousands of faces snaring at him but if such shadows flip before him to his

bewilderment there is one other shadow which he can name with something like distinctness even

and to which alone he addresses his tearing of his white hair and his extended arms it is she

in association with whom saving that she has been for years a main fiber of the root of his

dignity and pride he has never had a selfish thought it is she whom he has loved admired

honored and set up for the world to respect it is she who at the core of all the constrained

formalities and conventionalities of his life has been a stock of living tenderness and love

susceptible as nothing else is of being struck with the agony he feels he sees her almost to the

exclusion of himself and cannot bear to look upon her cast down from the high place she has graced

so well and even to the point of his sinking on the ground oblivious of his suffering he can yet

pronounce her name with something like distinctness in the midst of those intrusive sounds and

in a tone of mourning and compassion rather than reproach end of chapter 54

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