The lawyer
declined the money, saying that he had no license to practise, and
would, consequently, be liable to a heavy fine should he receive
remuneration for his services. He enquired after Ben's health, and was
pleased to learn that, while his heroic remedies had left the patient
"as rayd as a biled lobister," externally, he was otherwise all right,
except for a little stiffness. Mr. Nash came down-stairs, dressed in a
well-fitting suit of tweed, and sporting a moustache and full beard that
had grown up as rapidly as Jonah's gourd. Going up to the man whom he
had confessed the night before, he asked him: "Do you know me again,
Toner?" to which Ben replied: "You bet your life I do; you're the curous
coon as come smellin' round my place with a sayrch warnt two weeks ago
Friday." Satisfied that his identity in Ben's eye was safe, the
detective led him away on to the bridge, and engaged in earnest
conversation with him, which made Mr. Toner start, and wriggle, and back
down, and impart information confirmatory of that extorted the night
before, and give large promises for the future.
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