human
I need not tell you, Master Cripps, said Russel,
gpt
Asking your pardon for interrupting--did the gentleman happen to have a sharp name?
human
Yes, Cripps, he did. But no more of that. I was over sharp myself, no doubt; he is thoroughly blameless, and more than that, his behaviour has been most generous, most unwearying, most---- I never can do justice to him.
gpt
Well, your Worship, no--perhaps not. A would take a rare sharp un to do so.
human
You hold by the vulgar prejudice--well, I should be the last to blame you. That, however, has nothing to do with what I want to ask you. But first, I must tell you my reason, Cripps. You know I have no faith whatever in that man John Smith. At first I thought him a tool of Mr.--never mind who--since I was so wrong. I am now convinced that John Smith is 'art and part' in the whole affair himself. He has thrown dust in our eyes throughout. He has stopped us from taking the proper track. Do you remember what discredit he threw on your sister's story?
gpt
He didn't believe a word of un. Had a good mind, I had, to a' knocked un down.
human
To be sure, Cripps, I wonder that you forbore. Though violent measures must not be encouraged. And I myself thought that your sister might have made some mistakes through her scare in the dark. Poor thing! Her hair can have wanted no bandoline ever since, I should fancy. What a brave girl too not to shriek or faint!
gpt
Well, her did goo zummut queer, sir, and lie down in the quarry-pit. Perhaps 'twas the wisest thing the poor young wench could do.
human
No doubt it was--the very wisest. However, before she lost her wits she noticed, as I understand her to say--or rather she was particularly struck with the harsh cackling voice of the taller man, who also had a pointed hat, she thinks. It was not exactly a cackling voice, nor a clacking voice, nor a guttural voice, but something compounded of all three. Your sister, of course, could not quite so describe it; but she imitated it; which was better.
gpt
Her hath had great advantages. Her can imitate a'most anything. Her waited for months on a College-chap, the very same in whose house we be sitting now.
human
Cripps, that is strange. But to come back again. Your sister, who is a very nice girl, indeed, and a good member of a good family----
gpt
Ay, your Worship, that her be. Wish a could come across the man as would dare to say the contrairy!
human
Now, Cripps, we never shall get on, while you are so horribly warlike. Are you ready to listen to me, or not?
gpt
Every blessed word, your Worship, every blessed word goeth down; unto such time as you begins to spake of things at home to me.
human
Such dangerous topics I will avoid. And now for the man with this villainous voice. You knew, or at any rate now you know, that I never was satisfied with that wretched affair that was called an 'Inquest.' Inquest a non inquirendo--but I beg your pardon, my good Cripps. Enough that the whole was pompous child's play, guided by crafty hands beneath; as happens with most inquests. I only doubted the more, friend Cripps; I only doubted the more, from having a wrong way taken to extinguish doubts.
gpt
To be sure, your Worship; a lie on the back of another lie makes un go heavier.
human
Well, never mind; only this I did. For a few days perhaps I was overcome; and the illness of my dear old friend, the Squire, and the trouble of managing so that he should not hear anything to kill him; and my own slowness at the back of it all; for I never, as you know, am hasty--these things, one and another, kept me from going on horseback anywhere.
gpt
To be sure, your Worship, to be sure. You ought to be always a-horseback. I've a-seed you many times on the Bench; but you looks a very poor stick there compared to what 'ee be a-horseback.
human
Now, Cripps, where is your reverence? You call me 'your Worship,' and in the same breath contemn my judicial functions. I must commit you for a week's hard labour at getting in and out of your own cart, if you will not allow me to speak, Cripps. At last I have frightened you, have I? Then let me secure the result in silence. Well, after the weather began to change from that tremendous frost and snow, and the poor Squire fell into the quiet state that he has been in ever since, I found that nothing would do for me, my health not being quite as usual----
gpt
Oh, your Worship was wonderfully kind; they told me you was as good as any old woman in the room almost!
human
Except to take long rides, Cripps, nothing at all would do for me. And, not to speak of myself too much, I believe that saved me from falling into a weak, and spooney, and godless state. I assure you there were times--however, never mind that, I am all right now, and----
gpt
Thank the Lord! you ought to say, sir; but you great Squires upon the bench----
human
Thank the Lord! I do say, Cripps; I thank Him every day for it. But if I may edge in a word, in your unusually eloquent state, I will tell you just what happened to me. I never believed, and never will, that poor Miss Oglander is dead. The coroner and the jury believed that they had her remains before them, although for the Squire's sake they forbore to identify her in the verdict. Your sister, no doubt, believed the same; and so did almost every one. I could not go, I could not go--no doubt I was a fool; but I could not face the chance of what I might see, after what I had heard of it. Well, I began to ride about, saying nothing of course to any one. And the more I rode, the more my spirit and faith in good things came back to me. And I think I have been rewarded, Cripps; at last I have been rewarded. It is not very much; but still it is like a flash of light to me. I have found out the man with the horrible voice.
gpt
Lord have mercy upon me! your Worship--the man as laid hold of the pick-axe!
human
I have found him, Cripps, I do believe. But rather by pure luck than skill.
gpt
There be no such thing as luck, your Worship; if you will excoose me. The Lord in heaven is the master of us!
human
Upon my word, it looks almost like it, though I never took that view of things. However, this was the way of it. To-day is Saturday. Well, it was last Wednesday night, I was coming home from a long, and wet, and muddy ride to Maidenhead. That little town always pleases me; and I like the landlord and the hostler, and I am sure that my horse is fed----
gpt
Your Worship must never think such a thing, without you see it mixed, and feel it, and watch him a-munching, until he hath done.