Chapter 31

           ‘Who’sthat?’inquiredBrittles,openingthedooralittleway,withthechainup,andpeepingout,shadingthecandlewithhishand.

           ‘Openthedoor,’repliedamanoutside;‘it’stheofficersfromBowStreet,aswassenttoto-day.

           Muchcomfortedbythisassurance,Brittlesopenedthedoortoitsfullwidth,andconfrontedaportlymaninagreat-coat;whowalkedin,withoutsayinganythingmore,andwipedhisshoesonthemat,ascoollyasifhelivedthere.

           ‘Justsendsomebodyouttorelievemymate,willyou,youngman?’saidtheofficer;‘he’sinthegig,a-mindingtheprad.Haveyougotacoach‘ushere,thatyoucouldputitupin,forfiveortenminutes?’

           Brittlesreplyingintheaffirmative,andpointingoutthebuilding,theportlymansteppedbacktothegarden-gate,andhelpedhiscompaniontoputupthegig:whileBrittleslightedthem,inastateofgreatadmiration.Thisdone,theyreturnedtothehouse,and,beingshownintoaparlour,tookofftheirgreat-coatsandhats,andshowedlikewhattheywere.

           Themanwhohadknockedatthedoor,wasastoutpersonageofmiddleheight,agedaboutfifty:withshinyblackhair,croppedprettyclose;half-whiskers,aroundface,andsharpeyes.Theotherwasared-headed,bonyman,intop-boots;witharatherill-favouredcountenance,andaturned-upsinister-lookingnose.

           ‘TellyourgovernorthatBlathersandDuffishere,willyou?’saidthestouterman,smoothingdownhishair,andlayingapairofhandcuffsonthetable.‘Oh!Good-evening,master.

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