Thomas Bulmer.
P.S.--I have to add, that, on leaving Rutherford Street, I met Mr.
Matthew Sharpin coming back to pack up his things.
"Only think!" says he, rubbing his hands in great spirits, "I've been
to the genteel villa-residence; and the moment I mentioned my business,
they kicked me out directly. There were two witnesses of the assault;
and it's worth a hundred pounds to me, if it's worth a farthing."
"I wish you joy of your luck," says I.
"Thank you," says he. "When may I pay you the same compliment on finding
the thief?"
"Whenever you like," says I, "for the thief is found."
"Just what I expected," says he. "I've done all the work; and now you
cut in, and claim all the credit.--Mr. Jay, of course?"
"No," says I.
"Who is it, then?" says he.
"Ask Mrs. Yatman," says I. "She'll tell you."
"All right! I'd much rather hear it from her than from you," says
he,--and goes into the house in a mighty hurry.
What do you think of that, Inspector Theakstone? Would you like to stand
in Mr. Sharpin's shoes? I shouldn't, I can promise you!