Rogues and Vagabonds
asked
Limpet, looki
of wealthy families, tin boxes, lettered in white, lined the walls of every room. Envious neighbours said that Grigg started in the profess
y. The statement that Grigg kept his old hats in the one labelled 'His Grace the Duke of Cheshire,' and that Limpet junior used the one labelled 'The
in order not to forget it. He wore the same coat again when he went to Boulogne, about six months afterwards, and he found the letter when he wanted a bit of paper to write an I O U for £50 on, for a gentleman who had been good enough to play cards with him at the Establishment. He posted it
s are lettered, and this has a great effect upon clients. Faney a business so e
Grigg, look
ers Limpet. 'Tim
ys says mor
rk co
, if you pl
,' says
nother cler
please, and
,' says
clerk
ohn Sy
,' says
do their bidding, the partner
' says
ys Limpet. 'I thi
rom ten minutes to a quarter of an hour. Lawyers with such an
arranged. These are lettered A, B, C, D, E, and F Malice says they
Egerton case in,' says Gr
doctor, Mrs. Turvey and Topsy, and Mr. Symonds, w
visitors to the seats. Grigg bows to
says Grigg, 'e
r client, Mr. Gurth Egerton-our late client, I fear I should say. Before taking any steps, we have thought-Mr. Grigg and myself have thought-that it would be be
' said
e will. The will of the
e,' put
g suggests. It is better. It is a sad d
r. Grigg to see if any
ves,' mutt
that we can discuss this matter calmly, without yielding to that very
suggest
eft in our possession when the, I fear I must say deceased,
his health,'
las! his health was not benefited, for
deep blue sea,'
the deep blue sea. Of course, in cases of this sort there is
peak to that there point. There ain't any doubt about it at all. Them as goes to the
s not the point. You see-excuse the little humou
Grigg's laugh was exact
left on board; that he is not among the survivors, who can all be accounted for; and that, as a matter of fact, he is, as Mr. Grigg very sympathetically and, I may say, very poetically
t Mr. Egerto
er o' that name, and
, I believe, by a passing
' answered
ssenger known as Mr. Egerton was
rti
atisfactory?' said Limpet, turn
d the doctor
le executor of our-I fear I must say, in fact, I will say-our late client's will. H
Mr. Grig
dam, under the provisions of the will, you receive a legacy of five hundred
you also are interested in prov
a curtsey, and wondered whether she ought
ould be satisfactory, but for the extraord
g. 'You see, madam, yo
s. Turvey, risin
saw Mr. Egerton, not at the bottom of the deep blue sea, but at his own front door, whic
e and curtseyed
door, all white and looking dreadful. My niece see it first, and she screams and I comes up, and I shudders now
d' she was required to take was a powder or a sweetmeat, Topsy didn't know; b
doubt you; but the law will. Excuse me
n't do it,' said Mrs
a ghost. Little daughter-beg pardon, niece-saw a man. Bot
ock to the nervous system. I am sure she saw something. It couldn't have been a
ldn't have been. Sea don't give u
on her chair and whi
, child,'
whole truth, and nothing but the truth-so help-beg par
, very red and shamefaced, 'pe
impet, and Limpet
psy fell to G
culous-queer notion, eh
ible that the sea will give up
ble-queer notion. But it isn't the Judgment-
ho wondered if she had said something very
o was the man Mrs. Turvey and the chil
rnie n
t as I see,' exclaimed Mrs. Turvey emphatic
turned to M
nt and your address,
y address when ashore; but I ain't often there.
smiled cond
Mr. Symonds. The firm will see you compe
and all,' said Mr. Symonds; 'and goo
his hat in the nautical mann
u will remain in charge of the house no
ve company; and I never was afeard of human beings; bu
id Limpet. 'We will send to you ag
o. She curtseyed, and
. 'Day of Judgment-queer notion f
s the drawing up of an advertisement, to be inserted in the Times, requesting the present address of Mr. George Englehardt, the rescued pass
of the office, and, meeting Mrs. Turvey at the door, escorted her
h I had in my mind's eye, Horatio, when I
there hung a
oldest might we
ions made i
e was ha
igh Holborn, caused the passers-by to stare, and Mrs. Tur