I should say myself that she would go into screeching
hysterics, and so frighten the poor man into forgiving her. But
this is no business of ours. So far as we are concerned, the case
is now at an end, and the present report may come to a conclusion
along with it.
I remain, accordingly, yours to command,
THOMAS BULMER.
_P.S_.--I have to add that, on leaving Rutherford Street, I met
Mr. Matthew Sharpin coming to pack up his things.
"Only think!" says he, rubbing his hands in great spirits, "I've
been to the genteel villa residence, and the moment I mentioned
my business they kicked me out directly. There were two witnesses
of the assault, and it's worth a hundred pounds to me if it's
worth a farthing."
"I wish you joy of your luck," says I.
"Thank you," says he. "When may I pay you the same compliment on
finding the thief?"
"Whenever you like," says I, "for the thief is found."
"Just what I expected," says he. "I've done all the work, and now
you cut in and claim all the credit--Mr. Jay, of course."
"No," says I.
"Who is it then?" says he.
"Ask Mrs. Yatman," says I. "She's waiting to tell you."
"All right! I'd much rather hear it from that charming woman than
from you," says he, and goes into the house in a mighty hurry.
What do you think of that, Inspector Theakstone? Would you like
to stand in Mr.
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