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Young
Piper
and
young
Perkins
,
as
members
of
that
restless
juvenile
circle
which
is
the
terror
of
the
foot
-
passengers
in
Chancery
Lane
,
crumble
into
ashes
behind
the
pump
and
under
the
archway
all
day
long
,
where
wild
yells
and
hootings
take
place
over
their
remains
.
Little
Swills
and
Miss
M
.
Melvilleson
enter
into
affable
conversation
with
their
patrons
,
feeling
that
these
unusual
occurrences
level
the
barriers
between
professionals
and
non
-
professionals
.
Mr
.
Bogsby
puts
up
"
The
popular
song
of
King
Death
,
with
chorus
by
the
whole
strength
of
the
company
,
"
as
the
great
Harmonic
feature
of
the
week
and
announces
in
the
bill
that
"
J
.
G
.
B
.
is
induced
to
do
so
at
a
considerable
extra
expense
in
consequence
of
a
wish
which
has
been
very
generally
expressed
at
the
bar
by
a
large
body
of
respectable
individuals
and
in
homage
to
a
late
melancholy
event
which
has
aroused
so
much
sensation
.
"
There
is
one
point
connected
with
the
deceased
upon
which
the
court
is
particularly
anxious
,
namely
,
that
the
fiction
of
a
full
-
sized
coffin
should
be
preserved
,
though
there
is
so
little
to
put
in
it
.
Upon
the
undertaker
’
s
stating
in
the
Sol
’
s
bar
in
the
course
of
the
day
that
he
has
received
orders
to
construct
"
a
six
-
footer
,
"
the
general
solicitude
is
much
relieved
,
and
it
is
considered
that
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
conduct
does
him
great
honour
.
Out
of
the
court
,
and
a
long
way
out
of
it
,
there
is
considerable
excitement
too
,
for
men
of
science
and
philosophy
come
to
look
,
and
carriages
set
down
doctors
at
the
corner
who
arrive
with
the
same
intent
,
and
there
is
more
learned
talk
about
inflammable
gases
and
phosphuretted
hydrogen
than
the
court
has
ever
imagined
.
Some
of
these
authorities
(
of
course
the
wisest
)
hold
with
indignation
that
the
deceased
had
no
business
to
die
in
the
alleged
manner
;
and
being
reminded
by
other
authorities
of
a
certain
inquiry
into
the
evidence
for
such
deaths
reprinted
in
the
sixth
volume
of
the
Philosophical
Transactions
;
and
also
of
a
book
not
quite
unknown
on
English
medical
jurisprudence
;
and
likewise
of
the
Italian
case
of
the
Countess
Cornelia
Baudi
as
set
forth
in
detail
by
one
Bianchini
,
prebendary
of
Verona
,
who
wrote
a
scholarly
work
or
so
and
was
occasionally
heard
of
in
his
time
as
having
gleams
of
reason
in
him
;
and
also
of
the
testimony
of
Messrs
.
Fodere
and
Mere
,
two
pestilent
Frenchmen
who
WOULD
investigate
the
subject
;
and
further
,
of
the
corroborative
testimony
of
Monsieur
Le
Cat
,
a
rather
celebrated
French
surgeon
once
upon
a
time
,
who
had
the
unpoliteness
to
live
in
a
house
where
such
a
case
occurred
and
even
to
write
an
account
of
it
—
still
they
regard
the
late
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
obstinacy
in
going
out
of
the
world
by
any
such
by
-
way
as
wholly
unjustifiable
and
personally
offensive
.
The
less
the
court
understands
of
all
this
,
the
more
the
court
likes
it
,
and
the
greater
enjoyment
it
has
in
the
stock
in
trade
of
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
Then
there
comes
the
artist
of
a
picture
newspaper
,
with
a
foreground
and
figures
ready
drawn
for
anything
from
a
wreck
on
the
Cornish
coast
to
a
review
in
Hyde
Park
or
a
meeting
in
Manchester
,
and
in
Mrs
.
Perkins
’
own
room
,
memorable
evermore
,
he
then
and
there
throws
in
upon
the
block
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
house
,
as
large
as
life
;
in
fact
,
considerably
larger
,
making
a
very
temple
of
it
.
Similarly
,
being
permitted
to
look
in
at
the
door
of
the
fatal
chamber
,
he
depicts
that
apartment
as
three
-
quarters
of
a
mile
long
by
fifty
yards
high
,
at
which
the
court
is
particularly
charmed
.
All
this
time
the
two
gentlemen
before
mentioned
pop
in
and
out
of
every
house
and
assist
at
the
philosophical
disputations
—
go
everywhere
and
listen
to
everybody
—
and
yet
are
always
diving
into
the
Sol
’
s
parlour
and
writing
with
the
ravenous
little
pens
on
the
tissue
-
paper
.
At
last
come
the
coroner
and
his
inquiry
,
like
as
before
,
except
that
the
coroner
cherishes
this
case
as
being
out
of
the
common
way
and
tells
the
gentlemen
of
the
jury
,
in
his
private
capacity
,
that
"
that
would
seem
to
be
an
unlucky
house
next
door
,
gentlemen
,
a
destined
house
;
but
so
we
sometimes
find
it
,
and
these
are
mysteries
we
can
’
t
account
for
!
"
After
which
the
six
-
footer
comes
into
action
and
is
much
admired
.
In
all
these
proceedings
Mr
.
Guppy
has
so
slight
a
part
,
except
when
he
gives
his
evidence
,
that
he
is
moved
on
like
a
private
individual
and
can
only
haunt
the
secret
house
on
the
outside
,
where
he
has
the
mortification
of
seeing
Mr
.
Smallweed
padlocking
the
door
,
and
of
bitterly
knowing
himself
to
be
shut
out
.
But
before
these
proceedings
draw
to
a
close
,
that
is
to
say
,
on
the
night
next
after
the
catastrophe
,
Mr
.
Guppy
has
a
thing
to
say
that
must
be
said
to
Lady
Dedlock
.
For
which
reason
,
with
a
sinking
heart
and
with
that
hang
-
dog
sense
of
guilt
upon
him
which
dread
and
watching
enfolded
in
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
have
produced
,
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
presents
himself
at
the
town
mansion
at
about
seven
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
and
requests
to
see
her
ladyship
.
Mercury
replies
that
she
is
going
out
to
dinner
;
don
’
t
he
see
the
carriage
at
the
door
?
Yes
,
he
does
see
the
carriage
at
the
door
;
but
he
wants
to
see
my
Lady
too
.
Mercury
is
disposed
,
as
he
will
presently
declare
to
a
fellow
-
gentleman
in
waiting
,
"
to
pitch
into
the
young
man
"
;
but
his
instructions
are
positive
.
Therefore
he
sulkily
supposes
that
the
young
man
must
come
up
into
the
library
.
There
he
leaves
the
young
man
in
a
large
room
,
not
over
-
light
,
while
he
makes
report
of
him
.
Mr
.
Guppy
looks
into
the
shade
in
all
directions
,
discovering
everywhere
a
certain
charred
and
whitened
little
heap
of
coal
or
wood
.
Presently
he
hears
a
rustling
.
Is
it
—
?
No
,
it
’
s
no
ghost
,
but
fair
flesh
and
blood
,
most
brilliantly
dressed
.
"
I
have
to
beg
your
ladyship
’
s
pardon
,
"
Mr
.
Guppy
stammers
,
very
downcast
.
"
This
is
an
inconvenient
time
—
"
"
I
told
you
,
you
could
come
at
any
time
.
"
She
takes
a
chair
,
looking
straight
at
him
as
on
the
last
occasion
.
"
Thank
your
ladyship
.
Your
ladyship
is
very
affable
.
"
"
You
can
sit
down
.
"
There
is
not
much
affability
in
her
tone
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
your
ladyship
,
that
it
’
s
worth
while
my
sitting
down
and
detaining
you
,
for
I
—
I
have
not
got
the
letters
that
I
mentioned
when
I
had
the
honour
of
waiting
on
your
ladyship
.
"
"
Have
you
come
merely
to
say
so
?
"
"
Merely
to
say
so
,
your
ladyship
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
besides
being
depressed
,
disappointed
,
and
uneasy
,
is
put
at
a
further
disadvantage
by
the
splendour
and
beauty
of
her
appearance
.
She
knows
its
influence
perfectly
,
has
studied
it
too
well
to
miss
a
grain
of
its
effect
on
any
one
.
As
she
looks
at
him
so
steadily
and
coldly
,
he
not
only
feels
conscious
that
he
has
no
guide
in
the
least
perception
of
what
is
really
the
complexion
of
her
thoughts
,
but
also
that
he
is
being
every
moment
,
as
it
were
,
removed
further
and
further
from
her
.
She
will
not
speak
,
it
is
plain
.
So
he
must
.
"
In
short
,
your
ladyship
,
"
says
Mr
.
Guppy
like
a
meanly
penitent
thief
,
"
the
person
I
was
to
have
had
the
letters
of
,
has
come
to
a
sudden
end
,
and
—
"
He
stops
.
Lady
Dedlock
calmly
finishes
the
sentence
.
"
And
the
letters
are
destroyed
with
the
person
?
"
Mr
.
Guppy
would
say
no
if
he
could
—
as
he
is
unable
to
hide
.
"
I
believe
so
,
your
ladyship
.
"
If
he
could
see
the
least
sparkle
of
relief
in
her
face
now
?
No
,
he
could
see
no
such
thing
,
even
if
that
brave
outside
did
not
utterly
put
him
away
,
and
he
were
not
looking
beyond
it
and
about
it
.
He
falters
an
awkward
excuse
or
two
for
his
failure
.
"
Is
this
all
you
have
to
say
?
"
inquires
Lady
Dedlock
,
having
heard
him
out
—
or
as
nearly
out
as
he
can
stumble
.
Mr
.
Guppy
thinks
that
’
s
all
.
"
You
had
better
be
sure
that
you
wish
to
say
nothing
more
to
me
,
this
being
the
last
time
you
will
have
the
opportunity
.
"
Mr
.
Guppy
is
quite
sure
.
And
indeed
he
has
no
such
wish
at
present
,
by
any
means
.
"
That
is
enough
.
I
will
dispense
with
excuses
.
Good
evening
to
you
!
"
And
she
rings
for
Mercury
to
show
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
out
.
But
in
that
house
,
in
that
same
moment
,
there
happens
to
be
an
old
man
of
the
name
of
Tulkinghorn
.
And
that
old
man
,
coming
with
his
quiet
footstep
to
the
library
,
has
his
hand
at
that
moment
on
the
handle
of
the
door
—
comes
in
—
and
comes
face
to
face
with
the
young
man
as
he
is
leaving
the
room
.
One
glance
between
the
old
man
and
the
lady
,
and
for
an
instant
the
blind
that
is
always
down
flies
up
.
Suspicion
,
eager
and
sharp
,
looks
out
.
Another
instant
,
close
again
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Lady
Dedlock
.
I
beg
your
pardon
a
thousand
times
.
It
is
so
very
unusual
to
find
you
here
at
this
hour
.
I
supposed
the
room
was
empty
.
I
beg
your
pardon
!
"
"
Stay
!
"
She
negligently
calls
him
back
.
"
Remain
here
,
I
beg
.
I
am
going
out
to
dinner
.
I
have
nothing
more
to
say
to
this
young
man
!
"
The
disconcerted
young
man
bows
,
as
he
goes
out
,
and
cringingly
hopes
that
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
of
the
Fields
is
well
.
"
Aye
,
aye
?
"
says
the
lawyer
,
looking
at
him
from
under
his
bent
brows
,
though
he
has
no
need
to
look
again
—
not
he
.
"
From
Kenge
and
Carboy
’
s
,
surely
?
"
"
Kenge
and
Carboy
’
s
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
Name
of
Guppy
,
sir
.
"
"
To
be
sure
.
Why
,
thank
you
,
Mr
.
Guppy
,
I
am
very
well
!
"
"
Happy
to
hear
it
,
sir
.
You
can
’
t
be
too
well
,
sir
,
for
the
credit
of
the
profession
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Mr
.
Guppy
!
"
Mr
.
Guppy
sneaks
away
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
such
a
foil
in
his
old
-
fashioned
rusty
black
to
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
brightness
,
hands
her
down
the
staircase
to
her
carriage
.
He
returns
rubbing
his
chin
,
and
rubs
it
a
good
deal
in
the
course
of
the
evening
.
"
Now
,
what
,
"
says
Mr
.
George
,
"
may
this
be
?
Is
it
blank
cartridge
or
ball
?
A
flash
in
the
pan
or
a
shot
?
"
An
open
letter
is
the
subject
of
the
trooper
’
s
speculations
,
and
it
seems
to
perplex
him
mightily
.
He
looks
at
it
at
arm
’
s
length
,
brings
it
close
to
him
,
holds
it
in
his
right
hand
,
holds
it
in
his
left
hand
,
reads
it
with
his
head
on
this
side
,
with
his
head
on
that
side
,
contracts
his
eyebrows
,
elevates
them
,
still
cannot
satisfy
himself
.
He
smooths
it
out
upon
the
table
with
his
heavy
palm
,
and
thoughtfully
walking
up
and
down
the
gallery
,
makes
a
halt
before
it
every
now
and
then
to
come
upon
it
with
a
fresh
eye
.
Even
that
won
’
t
do
.
"
Is
it
,
"
Mr
.
George
still
muses
,
"
blank
cartridge
or
ball
?
"
Phil
Squod
,
with
the
aid
of
a
brush
and
paint
-
pot
,
is
employed
in
the
distance
whitening
the
targets
,
softly
whistling
in
quick
-
march
time
and
in
drum
-
and
-
fife
manner
that
he
must
and
will
go
back
again
to
the
girl
he
left
behind
him
.
"
Phil
!
"
The
trooper
beckons
as
he
calls
him
.
Phil
approaches
in
his
usual
way
,
sidling
off
at
first
as
if
he
were
going
anywhere
else
and
then
bearing
down
upon
his
commander
like
a
bayonet
-
charge
.
Certain
splashes
of
white
show
in
high
relief
upon
his
dirty
face
,
and
he
scrapes
his
one
eyebrow
with
the
handle
of
the
brush
.
"
Attention
,
Phil
!
Listen
to
this
.
"
"
Steady
,
commander
,
steady
.
"
"
’
Sir
.
Allow
me
to
remind
you
(
though
there
is
no
legal
necessity
for
my
doing
so
,
as
you
are
aware
)
that
the
bill
at
two
months
’
date
drawn
on
yourself
by
Mr
.
Matthew
Bagnet
,
and
by
you
accepted
,
for
the
sum
of
ninety
-
seven
pounds
four
shillings
and
ninepence
,
will
become
due
to
-
morrow
,
when
you
will
please
be
prepared
to
take
up
the
same
on
presentation
.
Yours
,
Joshua
Smallweed
.
’
What
do
you
make
of
that
,
Phil
?
"
"
Mischief
,
guv
’
ner
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
I
think
,
"
replies
Phil
after
pensively
tracing
out
a
cross
-
wrinkle
in
his
forehead
with
the
brush
-
handle
,
"
that
mischeevious
consequences
is
always
meant
when
money
’
s
asked
for
.
"
"
Lookye
,
Phil
,
"
says
the
trooper
,
sitting
on
the
table
.
"
First
and
last
,
I
have
paid
,
I
may
say
,
half
as
much
again
as
this
principal
in
interest
and
one
thing
and
another
.
"
Phil
intimates
by
sidling
back
a
pace
or
two
,
with
a
very
unaccountable
wrench
of
his
wry
face
,
that
he
does
not
regard
the
transaction
as
being
made
more
promising
by
this
incident
.
"
And
lookye
further
,
Phil
,
"
says
the
trooper
,
staying
his
premature
conclusions
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
.
"
There
has
always
been
an
understanding
that
this
bill
was
to
be
what
they
call
renewed
.
And
it
has
been
renewed
no
end
of
times
.
What
do
you
say
now
?
"
"
I
say
that
I
think
the
times
is
come
to
a
end
at
last
.
"
"
You
do
?
Humph
!
I
am
much
of
the
same
mind
myself
.
"
"
Joshua
Smallweed
is
him
that
was
brought
here
in
a
chair
?
"
"
The
same
.
"
"
Guv
’
ner
,
"
says
Phil
with
exceeding
gravity
,
"
he
’
s
a
leech
in
his
dispositions
,
he
’
s
a
screw
and
a
wice
in
his
actions
,
a
snake
in
his
twistings
,
and
a
lobster
in
his
claws
.
"
Having
thus
expressively
uttered
his
sentiments
,
Mr
.
Squod
,
after
waiting
a
little
to
ascertain
if
any
further
remark
be
expected
of
him
,
gets
back
by
his
usual
series
of
movements
to
the
target
he
has
in
hand
and
vigorously
signifies
through
his
former
musical
medium
that
he
must
and
he
will
return
to
that
ideal
young
lady
.
George
,
having
folded
the
letter
,
walks
in
that
direction
.
"
There
IS
a
way
,
commander
,
"
says
Phil
,
looking
cunningly
at
him
,
"
of
settling
this
.
"
"
Paying
the
money
,
I
suppose
?
I
wish
I
could
.
"
Phil
shakes
his
head
.
"
No
,
guv
’
ner
,
no
;
not
so
bad
as
that
.
There
IS
a
way
,
"
says
Phil
with
a
highly
artistic
turn
of
his
brush
;
"
what
I
’
m
a
-
doing
at
present
.
"
"
Whitewashing
.
"
Phil
nods
.
"
A
pretty
way
that
would
be
!
Do
you
know
what
would
become
of
the
Bagnets
in
that
case
?
Do
you
know
they
would
be
ruined
to
pay
off
my
old
scores
?
YOU
’
RE
a
moral
character
,
"
says
the
trooper
,
eyeing
him
in
his
large
way
with
no
small
indignation
;
"
upon
my
life
you
are
,
Phil
!
"
Phil
,
on
one
knee
at
the
target
,
is
in
course
of
protesting
earnestly
,
though
not
without
many
allegorical
scoops
of
his
brush
and
smoothings
of
the
white
surface
round
the
rim
with
his
thumb
,
that
he
had
forgotten
the
Bagnet
responsibility
and
would
not
so
much
as
injure
a
hair
of
the
head
of
any
member
of
that
worthy
family
when
steps
are
audible
in
the
long
passage
without
,
and
a
cheerful
voice
is
heard
to
wonder
whether
George
is
at
home
.
Phil
,
with
a
look
at
his
master
,
hobbles
up
,
saying
,
"
Here
’
s
the
guv
’
ner
,
Mrs
.
Bagnet
!
Here
he
is
!
"
and
the
old
girl
herself
,
accompanied
by
Mr
.
Bagnet
,
appears
.
