And when she had let us in, she shut the door once more and slipped a bolt into its socket.
"I an't said a word, your honour," said she, "since your honour told me not to, though them outside is sharp on me to tell 'em this and that.

And I wouldn't have said what I did up yonder had I known your honour would be for supporting me.

I was feeling there wasn't a soul in the place would see justice done for him that's gone--the poor, good man!" "If you want justice, my good woman," remarked Mr.Lindsey, "keep your tongue quiet, and don't talk to your neighbours, nor to the police--just keep anything you know till I tell you to let it out.

Now, then, what's this you were saying ?--that Crone told you there was a man in the place would give his two eyes to see him a corpse ?" "Them very words, your honour; and not once nor twice, but a good many times did he say it," replied the woman.

"It was a sort of hint he was giving me, your honour--he had that way of speaking." "Since when did he give you such hints ?" asked Mr.Lindsey.