Hunted Down: The Detective Stories of Charles Dickens

, as before, when he came into the outer office, as before. The mome

ity; for he waved his tight-fitting black glove t

ntrude upon you. I don’t keep my word in being justified by business, for

anything I cou

gave him your papers with my own hand, and he was hot upon the intention, but of course he has done nothing. Apart from the general human disinclination to do anything that ought to

to the left.’ I almost fancied I could hear him breathe the words as he sat smi

no doubt,’ I replied; ‘but I don’t t

friend in the right direction. I rashly promised his mother and sister in Norfolk to

or two on indifferent

ng, when he reappeared. I noticed that he came straight to the doo

two minutes, my

ll me

came early, not to interrupt you. The fact is, I am taken b

made one

a seemed to strike him — ‘or he only tells me he has. Perhaps that may

letters in the outer office. ‘What

ckw

. He had already laid it out of his hand on the counter. It was easily selected from the rest, and he g

e Temple, I see

me; his door is opposite. I never though

ural enough t

. Let me see.’ He took the printed paper from his

the truth, of

ant they were so many. But you do right to be particular. It stands to rea

tain

your

tain

. He now sat down in my chair, at my blotting-paper and inkstand, with the long wal

about them; temperate in the last degree, and took a little too much exercise, if anything. All the answers were satisfactory. When he had written them all, he looked them over, and finally signed them

house. That visitor had come to my bedside when it was not yet daylight,

ly received back by post. This, likewise, was satisfactorily answered in every respect. Our