"No, it ain't a bit wrong; don't you go a fussing about nothink. But now you have got to listen to me, fur I have got something most serious to talk over."
"I'll listen," replied Sue.
"Good! And wot little bit o' brain you have you may stick inter the listening, too, fur you will presently have to think a deal."
"Wery well," answered Sue, who had long ago come to consider Pickles the greatest oracle she had ever seen.
Pickles planted himself on his knees in front of her, and having placed one hand firmly on each leg, bent forward until he brought himself into what he considered a telling position with regard to her face.
"Ef yer want to unearth a secret, stare 'em well right inter the heyes," was one of his detective principles.
"Now, Cinderella," he began, "you say as ye're hinnercent o' that 'ere theft?"
"You know I am," answered Sue.
"And yet that 'ere wauluable trinket wor found in yer pocket."
"Well, I can't help that."