Chapter 4.

A clue.

The cook of the establishment being now called that portly, ruddy-faced individual

step forward with alacrity, displaying upon her good-humored countenance such an expression

of mingled eagerness and anxiety, that more than one person present found it difficult

to restrain a smile at her appearance.

Hitting this and taking it as a compliment, being a woman, as well as a cook, she immediately

dropped a curtsy, and opening her lips was about to speak, when the corner, rising impatiently

in his seat, took the word from her mouth by saying sternly, your name?

Catherine Malone, sir.

Well, Catherine, how long have you been in Mr. Levinmore's service?

Sure, it is a good twelve-month-now, sir, since I came, on Mrs. Wilson's recommendation

to that very front door, and never mind the front door, but tell us why you left this

Mrs. Wilson.

Sure, and it was she, as left me, being as she went sailing to the old country, the same

day when on her recommendation, I came to this very front door.

Well, no matter about that, you have been in Mr. Levinmore's family a year.

Yes, sir.

And like it, found him a good master?

O, sir, never have I found a better.

Worse luck to the villain who's killed him.

He was that free and generous, sir.

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