"
"Well!" said Job impatiently, as Mr. Bridgnorth paused.
"Nay! I have little more to tell you," continued that gentleman.
"I asked him to inform me, in all confidence, how it came to be
found there. He was silent for a time, and then refused. Not only
refused to answer that question, but candidly told me he would not
say another word on the subject, and, thanking me for my trouble and
interest in his behalf, he all but dismissed me. Ungracious enough
on the whole, was it not, Mr. Legh? And yet, I assure ye, I am
twenty times more inclined to think him innocent than before I had
the interview."
"I wish Mary Barton would come," said Job anxiously. "She and Will
are a long time about it."
"Ay, that's our only chance, I believe," answered Mr. Bridgnorth,
who was writing again. "I sent Johnson off before twelve to serve
him with his sub-poena, and to say I wanted to speak with him; he'll
be here soon, I've no doubt."
There was a pause. Mr. Bridgnorth looked up again, and spoke.
"Mr. Duncombe promised to be here to speak to his character.
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