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'
Yes
,
'
replied
Brittles
;
'
I
sent
a
message
up
by
the
coachman
,
and
I
only
wonder
they
were
n't
here
before
,
sir
.
'
'
You
did
,
did
you
?
Then
confound
your
--
slow
coaches
down
here
;
that
's
all
,
'
said
the
doctor
,
walking
away
.
'
Who
's
that
?
'
inquired
Brittles
,
opening
the
door
a
little
way
,
with
the
chain
up
,
and
peeping
out
,
shading
the
candle
with
his
hand
.
'
Open
the
door
,
'
replied
a
man
outside
;
'
it
's
the
officers
from
Bow
Street
,
as
was
sent
to
to-day
.
'
Much
comforted
by
this
assurance
,
Brittles
opened
the
door
to
its
full
width
,
and
confronted
a
portly
man
in
a
great-coat
;
who
walked
in
,
without
saying
anything
more
,
and
wiped
his
shoes
on
the
mat
,
as
coolly
as
if
he
lived
there
.
'
Just
send
somebody
out
to
relieve
my
mate
,
will
you
,
young
man
?
'
said
the
officer
;
'
he
's
in
the
gig
,
a-minding
the
prad
.
Have
you
got
a
coach
'
us
here
,
that
you
could
put
it
up
in
,
for
five
or
ten
minutes
?
'
Brittles
replying
in
the
affirmative
,
and
pointing
out
the
building
,
the
portly
man
stepped
back
to
the
garden-gate
,
and
helped
his
companion
to
put
up
the
gig
:
while
Brittles
lighted
them
,
in
a
state
of
great
admiration
.
This
done
,
they
returned
to
the
house
,
and
,
being
shown
into
a
parlour
,
took
off
their
great-coats
and
hats
,
and
showed
like
what
they
were
.
The
man
who
had
knocked
at
the
door
,
was
a
stout
personage
of
middle
height
,
aged
about
fifty
:
with
shiny
black
hair
,
cropped
pretty
close
;
half-whiskers
,
a
round
face
,
and
sharp
eyes
.
The
other
was
a
red-headed
,
bony
man
,
in
top-boots
;
with
a
rather
ill-favoured
countenance
,
and
a
turned-up
sinister-looking
nose
.
'
Tell
your
governor
that
Blathers
and
Duff
is
here
,
will
you
?
'
said
the
stouter
man
,
smoothing
down
his
hair
,
and
laying
a
pair
of
handcuffs
on
the
table
.
'
Oh
!
Good-evening
,
master
.
Can
I
have
a
word
or
two
with
you
in
private
,
if
you
please
?
'
