A little behind, a second and more burly figure
offered little to criticism, except ulster, whiskers, spectacles,
and deerstalker hat. Since he had decided to call up devils from the
underworld of London, Morris had pondered deeply on the probabilities
of their appearance. His first emotion, like that of Charoba when she
beheld the sea, was one of disappointment; his second did more justice
to the case. Never before had he seen a couple dressed like these; he
had struck a new stratum.
'I must speak with you alone,' said he.
'You need not mind Mr Appleby,' returned Pitman. 'He knows all.'
'All? Do you know what I am here to speak of?' enquired Morris--. 'The
barrel.'
Pitman turned pale, but it was with manly indignation. 'You are the
man!' he cried. 'You very wicked person.'
'Am I to speak before him?' asked Morris, disregarding these severe
expressions.
'He has been present throughout,' said Pitman. 'He opened the barrel;
your guilty secret is already known to him, as well as to your Maker and
myself.'
'Well, then,' said Morris, 'what have you done with the money?'
'I know nothing about any money,' said Pitman.
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