The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. Part 4
MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. “But, you
see, appearances are very much against me. His hair is oddly streaked with gray
—I might say a dishonourable gray. ‘Why do you stand there? Take him up, and bring him out
at once. I said I’d make shirts. “I am so sorry. "May I ask whether you made any further inquiries into the mysterious affair
about which we were speaking just now?" observed Jackson, turning to the
carpenter. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. "
"A word," cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey his master's
orders. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days.
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