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Bucket
skilfully
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
outerside
.
"
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
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
Dedlock
;
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
Dedlock
,
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
Dedlock
,
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
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
If
there
’
s
a
blow
to
be
inflicted
on
you
,
you
naturally
think
of
your
family
.
You
ask
yourself
,
how
would
all
them
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
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
"
Sir
Leicester
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
and
grasping
the
elbows
,
sits
looking
at
him
with
a
stony
face
.
"
Now
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
"
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
Dedlock
,
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
,
"
returns
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
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
with
this
short
preface
I
come
to
the
point
.
Lady
Dedlock
—
"
Sir
Leicester
raises
himself
in
his
seat
and
stares
at
him
fiercely
.
Mr
.
Bucket
brings
the
finger
into
play
as
an
emollient
.
"
Lady
Dedlock
,
you
see
she
’
s
universally
admired
.
That
’
s
what
her
ladyship
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
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
but
—
it
’
s
impossible
.
"
"
Impossible
?
"
Mr
.
Bucket
shakes
his
relentless
head
.
"
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
it
’
s
altogether
impossible
.
What
I
have
got
to
say
is
about
her
ladyship
.
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
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
Dedlock
,
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
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
it
becomes
my
duty
to
tell
you
that
the
deceased
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
long
entertained
mistrusts
and
suspicions
of
Lady
Dedlock
.
"
"
If
he
had
dared
to
breathe
them
to
me
,
sir
—
which
he
never
did
—
I
would
have
killed
him
myself
!
"
exclaims
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
Dedlock
,
the
deceased
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
was
deep
and
close
,
and
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
Dedlock
of
having
discovered
,
through
the
sight
of
some
handwriting
—
in
this
very
house
,
and
when
you
yourself
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
were
present
—
the
existence
,
in
great
poverty
,
of
a
certain
person
who
had
been
her
lover
before
you
courted
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
Dedlock
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
Dedlock
did
make
such
visit
in
the
dress
of
her
own
maid
,
for
the
deceased
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
employed
me
to
reckon
up
her
ladyship
—
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
in
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Fields
with
a
witness
who
had
been
Lady
Dedlock
’
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
Dedlock
,
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
.
Tulkinghorn
followed
up
these
inquiries
to
the
hour
of
his
death
and
that
he
and
Lady
Dedlock
even
had
bad
blood
between
them
upon
the
matter
that
very
night
.
Now
,
only
you
put
that
to
Lady
Dedlock
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
and
ask
her
ladyship
whether
,
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
sits
like
a
statue
,
gazing
at
the
cruel
finger
that
is
probing
the
life
-
blood
of
his
heart
.
"
You
put
that
to
her
ladyship
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
from
me
,
Inspector
Bucket
of
the
Detective
.
And
if
her
ladyship
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
Dedlock
,
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
colour
in
his
face
than
in
his
white
hair
,
that
Mr
.
Bucket
is
a
little
awed
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
.
Tulkinghorn
should
have
communicated
to
him
nothing
of
this
painful
,
this
distressing
,
this
unlooked
-
for
,
this
overwhelming
,
this
incredible
intelligence
.
"
Again
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
put
it
to
her
ladyship
to
clear
that
up
.
Put
it
to
her
ladyship
,
if
you
think
it
right
,
from
Inspector
Bucket
of
the
Detective
.
You
’
ll
find
,
or
I
’
m
much
mistaken
,
that
the
deceased
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
had
the
intention
of
communicating
the
whole
to
you
as
soon
as
he
considered
it
ripe
,
and
further
,
that
he
had
given
her
ladyship
so
to
understand
.
Why
,
he
might
have
been
going
to
reveal
it
the
very
morning
when
I
examined
the
body
!
You
don
’
t
know
what
I
’
m
going
to
say
and
do
five
minutes
from
this
present
time
,
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
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
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
this
unfortunate
family
affair
has
taken
air
,
as
I
expected
it
might
,
the
deceased
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
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
’
em
up
?
And
would
you
just
throw
in
a
nod
when
I
seem
to
ask
you
for
it
?
"
Sir
Leicester
indistinctly
answers
,
"
Officer
.
The
best
you
can
,
the
best
you
can
!
"
and
Mr
.
Bucket
,
with
a
nod
and
a
sagacious
crook
of
the
forefinger
,
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
in
peach
-
blossomed
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
Mercuries
and
locks
the
door
again
.
Sir
Leicester
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
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
Well
!
You
do
see
him
,
and
mind
you
,
it
ain
’
t
every
one
as
is
admitted
to
that
honour
.
Your
name
,
old
gentleman
,
is
Smallweed
;
that
’
s
what
your
name
is
;
I
know
it
well
.
"
"
Well
,
and
you
never
heard
any
harm
of
it
!
"
cries
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
your
pitching
your
voice
so
high
.
But
as
she
ain
’
t
here
;
just
pitch
it
an
octave
or
two
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
in
,
speaking
henceforth
in
a
much
lower
key
.
"
Once
had
a
friend
and
brother
serjeant
of
the
same
name
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
,
offering
his
hand
,
"
and
consequently
feel
a
liking
for
it
.
Mrs
.
Chadband
,
no
doubt
?
"
"
And
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
introduces
.
"
Husband
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
dashed
by
the
suddenness
of
this
turn
.
"
Ah
!
You
know
what
I
mean
.
Let
us
hear
what
it
’
s
all
about
in
presence
of
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
.
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
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
pipes
Grandfather
Smallweed
then
;
"
I
did
business
with
him
.
I
was
useful
to
him
,
and
he
was
useful
to
me
.
Krook
,
dead
and
gone
,
was
my
brother
-
in
-
law
.
He
was
own
brother
to
a
brimstone
magpie
—
leastways
Mrs
.
Smallweed
.
I
come
into
Krook
’
s
property
.
I
examined
all
his
papers
and
all
his
effects
.
They
was
all
dug
out
under
my
eyes
.
There
was
a
bundle
of
letters
belonging
to
a
dead
and
gone
lodger
as
was
hid
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
,
everywheres
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
wanted
’
em
and
got
’
em
,
but
I
looked
’
em
over
first
.
I
’
m
a
man
of
business
,
and
I
took
a
squint
at
’
em
.
They
was
letters
from
the
lodger
’
s
sweetheart
,
and
she
signed
Honoria
.
Dear
me
,
that
’
s
not
a
common
name
,
Honoria
,
is
it
?
There
’
s
no
lady
in
this
house
that
signs
Honoria
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
you
’
re
ready
,
"
says
Mr
.
Bucket
after
awaiting
his
recovery
,
"
to
come
to
anything
that
concerns
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
here
the
gentleman
sits
,
you
know
.
"
"
Haven
’
t
I
come
to
it
,
Mr
.
Bucket
?
"
cries
Grandfather
Smallweed
.
"
Isn
’
t
the
gentleman
concerned
yet
?
Not
with
Captain
Hawdon
,
and
his
ever
affectionate
Honoria
,
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
Dedlock
.
I
will
know
where
they
are
.
I
won
’
t
have
’
em
disappear
so
quietly
.
I
handed
’
em
over
to
my
friend
and
solicitor
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
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
’
em
.
And
I
tell
you
what
we
want
—
what
we
all
here
want
,
Mr
.
Bucket
.
We
want
more
painstaking
and
search
-
making
into
this
murder
.
We
know
where
the
interest
and
the
motive
was
,
and
you
have
not
done
enough
.
If
George
the
vagabond
dragoon
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
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
spoilt
,
or
interfered
with
,
or
anticipated
by
so
much
as
half
a
second
of
time
by
any
human
being
in
creation
.
YOU
want
more
painstaking
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
you
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
’
em
.
I
don
’
t
mind
telling
you
.
I
have
got
’
em
.
Is
that
the
packet
?
"
Mr
.
