"Jenkins says he knows he did not,
by the remarks Galloway made to him this morning. And Galloway has been
away ever since eleven o'clock, we can't tell where. It is nobody but
that evil, mischief-making Butterby, and I'd give a crown out of my
pocket to have a good duck at him in the river!"
With regard to Mr. Galloway's knowing nothing of the active proceedings
taken against Arthur, Roland was right. Mr. Butterby had despatched a
note to Mr. Galloway's office at one o'clock, stating what he had done,
and requesting him to be at the office at two, for the examination--and
the note had been lying there ever since.
It was being opened now. Now--at the exact moment that Mr. Roland Yorke
was giving vent to that friendly little wish, about the river and Mr.
Butterby. Mr. Galloway had met a friend in the town, and had gone with
him a few miles by rail into the country, on unexpected business. He
had just returned to find the note, and to hear Jenkins' account of
Arthur's arrest.
"I am vexed at this," he exclaimed, his tone betraying excessive
annoyance. "Butterby has exceeded his orders."
Jenkins thought he might venture to put in a word for Arthur. He had
been intensely surprised, indeed grieved, at the whole affair; and not
the less so that he feared what he had unconsciously repeated, about a
twenty-pound note paying Arthur's debts, might have helped it on.
"I feel as sure as can be, sir, that it was not Mr.
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