"Perhaps there may," was the composed reply.
"Something that was taken from her," said Monks eagerly; "something that she wore—something that—"
"You had better bid," interrupted Mrs. Bumble. "I have heard enough already to assure me that you are the man I ought to talk to."
Mr. Bumble, who had not yet been admitted by his better half into any greater share of the secret than he had originally possessed, listened to this dialogue with outstretched neck and distended eyes, which he directed towards his wife and Monks by turns in undisguised astonishment; increased, if possible, when the latter sternly demanded what sum was required for the disclosure.
"What's it worth to you?" asked the woman, as collectedly as before.
"It may be nothing; it may be twenty pounds," replied Monks; "speak out, and let me know which."