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"
By
jingo
!
that
reminds
me
,
"
he
began
,
lowering
his
voice
a
little
,
"
I
picked
up
something
else
at
Bilkley
besides
your
gig
-
horse
,
Mr
.
Hawley
.
I
picked
up
a
fine
story
about
Bulstrode
.
Do
you
know
how
he
came
by
his
fortune
?
Any
gentleman
wanting
a
bit
of
curious
information
,
I
can
give
it
him
free
of
expense
.
If
everybody
got
their
deserts
,
Bulstrode
might
have
had
to
say
his
prayers
at
Botany
Bay
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
said
Mr
.
Hawley
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
pushing
a
little
forward
under
the
archway
.
If
Bulstrode
should
turn
out
to
be
a
rascal
,
Frank
Hawley
had
a
prophetic
soul
.
"
I
had
it
from
a
party
who
was
an
old
chum
of
Bulstrode
’
s
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
where
I
first
picked
him
up
,
"
said
Bambridge
,
with
a
sudden
gesture
of
his
fore
-
finger
.
"
He
was
at
Larcher
’
s
sale
,
but
I
knew
nothing
of
him
then
—
he
slipped
through
my
fingers
—
was
after
Bulstrode
,
no
doubt
.
He
tells
me
he
can
tap
Bulstrode
to
any
amount
,
knows
all
his
secrets
.
However
,
he
blabbed
to
me
at
Bilkley
:
he
takes
a
stiff
glass
.
Damme
if
I
think
he
meant
to
turn
king
’
s
evidence
;
but
he
’
s
that
sort
of
bragging
fellow
,
the
bragging
runs
over
hedge
and
ditch
with
him
,
till
he
’
d
brag
of
a
spavin
as
if
it
’
ud
fetch
money
.
A
man
should
know
when
to
pull
up
.
"
Mr
.
Bambridge
made
this
remark
with
an
air
of
disgust
,
satisfied
that
his
own
bragging
showed
a
fine
sense
of
the
marketable
.
"
What
’
s
the
man
’
s
name
?
Where
can
he
be
found
?
"
said
Mr
.
Hawley
.
"
As
to
where
he
is
to
be
found
,
I
left
him
to
it
at
the
Saracen
’
s
Head
;
but
his
name
is
Raffles
.
"
"
Raffles
!
"
exclaimed
Mr
.
Hopkins
.
"
I
furnished
his
funeral
yesterday
.
He
was
buried
at
Lowick
.
Mr
.
Bulstrode
followed
him
.
A
very
decent
funeral
.
"
There
was
a
strong
sensation
among
the
listeners
.
Mr
.
Bambridge
gave
an
ejaculation
in
which
"
brimstone
"
was
the
mildest
word
,
and
Mr
.
Hawley
,
knitting
his
brows
and
bending
his
head
forward
,
exclaimed
,
"
What
?
—
where
did
the
man
die
?
"
"
At
Stone
Court
,
"
said
the
draper
.
"
The
housekeeper
said
he
was
a
relation
of
the
master
’
s
.
He
came
there
ill
on
Friday
.
"
"
Why
,
it
was
on
Wednesday
I
took
a
glass
with
him
,
"
interposed
Bambridge
.
"
Did
any
doctor
attend
him
?
"
said
Mr
.
Hawley
