“I s’pose you know. Joe paid Humphries’ bill, and Mr. Catchpole swears he never had the money, but Joe’s got his receipt.”
“You were in the shop and saw it paid?”
“Of course I was. I s’pose you heerd that too?”
“Yes. We do not think, however, that the case is clear, and we shall do nothing this time.”
“I don’t know wot you’d ’ave, Mrs. Furze. If this ere ain’t worth the five shillin’ yer gave me, nothin’ is—that’s all I’ve got to say.”
“But, Jim, you must see we cannot do anything unless the proof is complete. Now, if there should happen to be a second instance, that would be a different thing altogether.”
“It ain’t very comfortable for me.”
“What do you mean? Mr. Furze sent for you, and you told him what you saw with your own eyes.”
“Ah! you’d better mind wot you’re sayin’, Mrs. Furze, and you needn’t put it in that way. Jist you look ’ere: I ain’t very particklar myself, I ain’t, but it may come to takin’ my oath, and, to tell yer the truth, five shillin’ don’t pay me.”
“But we are not going to prosecute.”