Gintlennen, I'm a bit of a physiognomist: look at old
Hardie's lines; his cords, I might say: and deeper every time I see him.
Sirs, there's an awful weight on that man's mind. Looksee! I'll just send
a small trifle of a detective down to watch his game, and pump his
people: and, as soon as it is safe, we'll seize the old bird, and, once
he is trapped the young one will reappear like magic: th' old one will
disgorge; we'll just compound the felony--been an old friend--and recover
the cash."
A fine sketch; but Edward thought it desperately wild, and Mrs. Dodd
preferred employing a respectable attorney to try and obtain justice in
the regular way. Sampson laughed at her; what was the use of attacking in
the regular way an irregular genius like old Hardie? "Attorneys are too
humdrum for such a job," said he; "they start with a civil letter putting
a rogue on his guard; they proceed t' a writ and then he digs a hole in
another county and buries the booty; or sails t' Australia with it.
N'list'me; I'm an old friend, and an insane lover of justice--I say
insane, because my passion is not returned, or the jade wouldn't keep out
of my way so all these years--you leave all this to me.
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