Pg. 247

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December 7, 2022

¶ 1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 BLEAK HOUSE. 247 

¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 “I ask your pardon, my good friend,” said he ; “ but is this George’s Shooting Gallery ? ” 

¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 “ It is, sir,” returned Mr. George, glancing up at the great letters in which that inscription was painted on the white-washed wall. 

¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 “ Oh! To be sure! ” said the old gentleman, following his eyes. “ Thank you. Have you rung the bell? ” 

¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 “ My name is George, sir, and I have rung the bell.” 

¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 ‘ Oh, indeed ? ” said the old gentleman. “Your name is George? Then I am here as soon as you, you see. You came for me, no doubt ? ” 

¶ 7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 “ No, sir. You have the advantage of me.” 

¶ 8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 “ Oh, indeed ? ” said the old gentleman. “ Then it was your young man who came for me. I am a physician, and was requested—five minutes ago—to come and visit a sick man, at George’s Shooting Gallery.” 

¶ 9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 “ The muffled drums,” said Mr. George, turning to Richard and me, and gravely shaking his head. “ It’s quite correct, sir. Will you please to walk in.” 

¶ 10 Leave a comment on paragraph 10 0 The door being at that moment opened, by a very singular-looking little man in a green baize cap and apron, whose face, and hands, and dress, were blackened all over, we passed along a dreary passage into a large building with bare brick walls; where there were targets, and guns, and swords, and other things of that kind. When we had all arrived here, the physician stopped,. and, taking off his hat, appeared to vanish by magic, and to leave another and quite a different man in his place. 

¶ 11 Leave a comment on paragraph 11 0 “ Now looke’e here, George,” said the man, turning quickly round upon him, and tapping him on the breast with a large forefinger. “ You know me, and I know you. You’re a man of the world, and I’m a man of the world. My name’s Bucket, as you are aware, and I have got a peacewarrant against Gridley. You have kept him out of the way a long time, and you have been artful in it, and it does you credit.” 

¶ 12 Leave a comment on paragraph 12 0 Mr. George, looking hard at him, bit his lip and shook his head. 

¶ 13 Leave a comment on paragraph 13 0 “ Now, George,” said the other, keeping close to him, “ you’re a sensible man, and a well-conducted man; that’s what you are, beyond a doubt. And mind you, I don’t talk to you as a common character, because you have served your country, and you know that when duty calls we must obey. Consequently, you’re very far from wanting to give trouble. If I required assistance, you’d assist me; that’s what you’d do. Phil Squod, don’t you go a sidling round the gallery like that the dirty little man was shuffling about with his shoulder against the wall, and his eyes on the intruder, in a manner that looked threatening; “because I know you, and I won’t have it.” 

¶ 14 Leave a comment on paragraph 14 0 “ Phil! ” said Mr. George. 

¶ 15 Leave a comment on paragraph 15 0 “ Yes, Guv’ner.” 

¶ 16 Leave a comment on paragraph 16 0 “ Be quiet.” 

¶ 17 Leave a comment on paragraph 17 0 The little man, with a low growl, stood still. 

¶ 18 Leave a comment on paragraph 18 0 “ Ladies and gentlemen,” said Mr. Bucket, “ you’ll excuse anything that may appear to be disagreeable in this, for my name’s Inspector Bucket of the Detective, and I have a duty to perform. George, 1 know where my man is, because I was on the roof last night, and saw him through the skylight, and you along with him. He is in there, you