Part 48 (1/2)
”That's right Aheh A pause, and Toaze that ht?” ca silence
”Yes, sir”
”Out late?”
”Yes, sir; quite late”
”Humph!” ejaculated the Vicar, who looked now very hard and stern ”Oneme your knife?”
”My knife!” faltered Tom, astounded at such a request; and then, in a quick, hurried way--”I' for it just now, but I've lost it”
”Lost it? Dear me! Was it a valuable knife?”
”Oh no, sir, only an old one, with the s it topointed blade, and a black and white bone handle”
”And the small blade broken, you say?”
”Yes, sir”
”Had it any other mark by which you would know it? Knives with seneral”
”No, sir, no other mark Oh yes, it had I filed a T and a B in it one day, but it was very badly done”
”Very, Tho from his breast-pocket ”Is that your knife?”
”Yes,” cried Toerly, ”that's it! Where did you find it, sir? I know; you must have taken it off that bench by mistake when uncle showed you round”
”No, Tho his eyes fixed upon the lad; ”I found it this arden”
”You couldn't, sir,” cried Toazed at hi your pardon, sir I meant that it is impossible”
”The knife asserts that it is possible, sir Take it A few pence would have bought those plums”
The hand Tom had extended dropped to his side
”What plu more and more puzzled
”Bah! I detest pitiful prevarication, sir,” cried the Vicar warmly
”The knife was dropped by whoever it was stripped the wall of ht There, take your knife, sir, I have altered my intentions I did mean to speak to your uncle”