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events in that line, and generally sums up his knowledge of the subject in the remark, that when he sees a horse as can go, he knows him. His knowledge is not at fault in the present instance. Clattering over the stones at a dangerous pace, yet thoughtfully bringing his keen eyes to bear on every slinking creature whom he passes in the midnight streets, and even on the lights in upper windows where people are going or gone to bed, and on all the turnings that he rattles by, and alike on the heavy sky, and on the earth where the snow lies thin for something may present itself to assist him, anywhere he dashes to his destination at such a speed, that when he stops, the horse half smothers him in a cloud of steam. Unbear him half a moment to freshen him up, and Ill be back. He runs up the long wooden entry, and finds the trooper smoking his pipe. I thought I should, George, after what you have gone through, my lad. I havent a word to spare. Now, honour! All to save a woman. Miss Summerson that was here when Gridley died that was the name, I know all right where does she live? The trooper has just come from there, and gives him the address, near Oxford Street. You wont repent it, George. Good night! He is off again, with an impression of having seen Phil sitting by the frosty fire, staring at him open- mouthed; and gallops away again, and gets out in a cloud of steam again. Mr Jarndyce, the only person up in the house, is just going to bed; rises from his book, on hearing the rapid ringing at the bell; and comes down to the door in his dressing-gown. Dont be alarmed, sir. In a moment his visitor is confidential with him in the hall, has shut the door, and stands with his hand upon the lock. Ive had the pleasure of seeing you before. Inspector Bucket. Look at that handkerchief, sir, Miss Esther Summersons. Found it myself put away in a drawer of Lady Dedlocks, quarter of an hour ago. Not a moment to lose. Matter of life or death. You know Lady Dedlock? Yes. There has been a discovery there, to-day. Family affairs have come out. Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet, has had a fit apoplexy or paralysis and couldnt be brought to, and precious time has been lost. Lady Dedlock disappeared this afternoon, and left a letter for him that looks bad. Run your eye over it. Here it is! Mr Jarndyce, having read it, asks him what he thinks. I dont know. It looks like suicide. Anyways, theres more and more danger, every minute, of its drawing to that. Id give a hundred pound an hour to have got the start of the present time. Now, Mr Jarndyce, I am employed by Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet, to follow her and find her, to save her, and take her his forgiveness. I have money and full power, but I want something else. I want Miss Summerson. Mr Jarndyce, in a troubled voice, repeats, Miss Summerson? Now, Mr Jarndyce; Mr Bucket has read his face with the greatest attention all along; I speak to you as a gentleman of a humane heart, and under such pressing circumstances as dont often happen. If ever delay was dangerous, its dangerous now; and if ever you couldnt afterwards forgive yourself for causing it, this is the time. Eight or ten hours, worth, as I tell you, a hundred pound a-piece at least, have been lost since Lady Dedlock disappeared. I am charged to find her. I am Inspector Bucket. Besides all the rest thats heavy on her, she has upon her, as she believes, suspicion of murder. If I follow her alone, she, being in ignorance of what Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet, has communicated to me, may |
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