to our business, the better for all. The woman knows what it is, does she?"
The question was addressed to Bumble; but his wife anticipated the reply, by intimating that she was perfectly acquainted with it.
"He is right in saying that you were with this hag the night she died, and that she told you something—"
"About the mother of the boy you named," replied the matron interrupting him. "Yes."
"The first question is, of what nature was her communication?" said Monks.
"That's the second," observed the woman with much deliberation. "The first is, what may the communication be worth?"
"Who the devil can tell that, without knowing of what kind it is?" asked Monks.
"Nobody better than you, I am persuaded," answered Mrs. Bumble, who did not want for spirit, as her yokefellow could abundantly testify.
"Humph!" said Monks significantly, and with a look of eager inquiry, "there may be money's worth to get, eh?"
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