He was aware that ladies who are no better than they
should be are often very clever, so clever, as to
make it necessary that the Bozzles who shall at last
confound them should be first-rate Bozzles, Bozzles
quite at the top of their profession and, therefore,
he went about his work with great industry and much
caution. Colonel Osborne was at the present moment
in Scotland. Bozzle was sure of that. He
was quite in the north of Scotland. Bozzle had
examined his map, and had found that Wick, which was
the Colonel’s post-town, was very far north indeed.
He had half a mind to run down to Wick, as he was
possessed by a certain honest zeal, which made him
long to do something hard and laborious; but his experience
told him that it was very easy for the Colonel to
come up to the neighbourhood of St. Diddulph’s,
whereas the lady could not go down to Wick, unless
she were to decide upon throwing herself into her
lover’s arms, whereby Bozzle’s work would
be brought to an end. He, therefore, confined
his immediate operations to St. Diddulph’s.
He made acquaintance with one or two important persons
in and about Mr Outhouse’s parsonage. He
became very familiar with the postman. He arranged
terms of intimacy, I am sorry to say, with the housemaid;
and, on the third journey, he made an alliance with
the potboy at the Full Moon. The potboy remembered
well the fact of the child being brought to ’our
‘ouse,’ as he called the Full Moon; and
he was enabled to say, that the same ‘gent as
had brought the boy backards and forrards,’ had
since that been at the parsonage. But Bozzle was
quite quick enough to perceive that all this had nothing
to do with the Colonel. He was led, indeed, to
fear that his ‘governor,’ as he was in
the habit of calling Trevelyan in his half-spoken
soliloquies, that his governor was not as true to
him as he was to his governor. What business had
that meddling fellow Stanbury at St. Diddulph’s?
for Trevelyan had not thought it necessary to tell
his satellite that he had quarrelled with his friend.
Bozzle was grieved in his mind when he learned that
Stanbury’s interference was still to be dreaded;
and wrote to his governor, rather severely, to that
effect; but, when so writing, he was able to give no
further information. Facts, in such cases, will
not unravel themselves without much patience on the
part of the investigators.
CHAPTER XXXIV
PRISCILLA’S WISDOM
On the night after the dinner party in the Close,
Dorothy was not the only person in the house who laid
awake thinking of what had taken place. Miss
Stanbury also was full of anxiety, and for hour after
hour could not sleep as she remembered the fruitlessness
of her efforts on behalf of her nephew and niece.
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