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           Snagsby,whydidn’tyougivethateightandthirtyChanceryfolioinJarndycetoNimrod?’orsuchlike.Andthatisthewayhegraduallyfellintojob-workatourplace;andthatisthemostIknowofhimexceptthathewasaquickhand,andahandnotsparingofnight-work,andthatifyougavehimout,say,fiveandfortyfolioontheWednesdaynight,youwouldhaveitbroughtinontheThursdaymorning.Allofwhich"Mr.Snagsbyconcludesbypolitelymotioningwithhishattowardsthebed,asmuchastoadd,"Ihavenodoubtmyhonourablefriendwouldconfirmifhewereinaconditiontodoit.""Hadn’tyoubettersee,"saysMr.TulkinghorntoKrook,"whetherhehadanypapersthatmayenlightenyou?Therewillbeaninquest,andyouwillbeaskedthequestion.Youcanread?""No,Ican’t,"returnstheoldmanwithasuddengrin."Snagsby,"saysMr.Tulkinghorn,"lookovertheroomforhim.Hewillgetintosometroubleordifficultyotherwise.Beinghere,I’llwaitifyoumakehaste,andthenIcantestifyonhisbehalf,ifitshouldeverbenecessary,thatallwasfairandright.IfyouwillholdthecandleforMr.Snagsby,myfriend,he’llsoonseewhetherthereisanythingtohelpyou.""Inthefirstplace,here’sanoldportmanteau,sir,"saysSnagsby.Ah,tobesure,sothereis!Mr.Tulkinghorndoesnotappeartohaveseenitbefore,thoughheisstandingsoclosetoit,andthoughthereisverylittleelse,heavenknows.Themarine-storemerchantholdsthelight,andthelaw-stationerconductsthesearch.

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