Widdershins by Oliver [pseud.] Onions
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inquired.
Barrett turned austerely on the speaker. "What Mrs. Barrett saw and Mrs. Barrett didn't see shall not pass these lips; even as it is written, keep thy tongue from speaking evil," he said. Another man spoke. "He was pretty near canned up in the _Waggon and Horses_ that night, weren't he, Jim?" "Yes, 'e 'adn't 'alf copped it...." "Not standing treat much, neither; he was in the bar, all on his own...." "So 'e was; we talked about it...." The fat, scared-eyed man made another attempt. "She got the key off of me--she 'ad the number of it--she come into my shop of a Tuesday evening...." Nobody heeded him. "Shut your heads," a heavy labourer commented gruffly, "she hasn't been found yet. 'Ere's the inspectors; we shall know more in a bit." Two inspectors had come up and were talking to the constables who guarded |
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