Charlie turned, somewhat startled, and there was Simes Badger himself.
“She has gone out, I guess, sir.”
“What are you looking at that door for? I don’t believe your Aunt Stanshy wants you to open it.”
“O, I was not going to open it.”
If, after the half-effaced chalk-marks, Charlie had seen a written threat, “On pain of death,” he could not have been more determined to let that window alone.
“Do you know, Mr. Badger, who shut and nailed that window?”
“Aunt Stanshy herself. I saw her with my own eyes.”
“You did?”
“Yes. You see—there, I don’t know but I’m telling a secret—but then you won’t say any thing.”
Having made this prudent remark, and not waiting for any promise from Charlie, Simes, who dearly loved to tell a thing, and especially any thing that might astonish a hearer, began his story.