Upon my word and honour, Captain Cuttle, I don't know anything more about it.

I wish I may die if I do! Here's a sitiwation for a lad that's just got a sitiwation,' cried the unfortunate Grinder, screwing his cuff into his face: 'his master bolted with his place, and him blamed for it!' These lamentations had reference to Captain Cuttle's gaze, or rather glare, which was full of vague suspicions, threatenings, and denunciations.

Taking the proffered packet from his hand, the Captain opened it and read as follows:-- 'My dear Ned Cuttle.

Enclosed is my will!' The Captain turned it over, with a doubtful look--'and Testament--Where's the Testament ?' said the Captain, instantly impeaching the ill-fated Grinder.

'What have you done with that, my lad ?' 'I never see it,' whimpered Rob.