"Mr. Snap—the junior partner—it was him that brought this here warrant to me"——
"Are you sure? Was it not Mr. Gammon?"
"No, sir—Snap—Snap; that little cockatoo of a chap. Mr. Gammon called at my office half an hour afterwards, to be sure"——
"I thought so," interrupted Mr. Aubrey, quickly, his face flushing, and feeling relieved from a vast pressure.
"Ay," continued Grab, phlegmatically, "he'll see you don't come to much harm in this matter"——
"What do you mean?" inquired Mr. Aubrey, with surprise.
"Lord! I could tell by his way. He called to say that, since they had resolved to go agin you, he hoped, we 'd show you every attention, and deal easy by you"——
"Indeed!"
"Ay—indeed! And I think he said it was a cruel business—nay, I'm sure he did; and that, as for him, he washed his hands on 't!" Mr. Aubrey seemed confounded.