"No," replied Mrs. Bumble.
"You never had, perhaps, a certain gold locket and ring?" said Mr. Brownlow.
"Certainly not," replied the matron. "What are we brought here to answer to such nonsense as this for?"
Again Mr. Brownlow nodded to Mr. Grimwig, and again that gentleman limped away with extraordinary readiness. But not again did he return with a stout man and wife, for this time he led in two palsied women, who shook and tottered as they walked.
"You shut the door the night old Sally died," said the foremost one, raising her shrivelled hand, "but you couldn't shut out the sound nor stop the chinks."
"No, no," said the other, looking round her and wagging her toothless jaws. "No, no, no."
"We heard her try to tell you what she'd done, and saw you take a paper from her hand, and watched you too, next day, to the pawnbroker's shop," said the first.
"Yes," added the second, "and it was a