Who can say? But I know I looked upon him as a
travesty, a caricature.
Grindhusen stared at me when I had spoken my few words; the others, too,
looked wonderingly.
"I'll not say, but it might be better not," said Grindhusen submissively.
But the men were not to be put off.
"And why shouldn't he tell? We're not going to let it go farther."
"No, that we shan't," said another. "But you might be one of that sort
yourself and go telling tales to the Inspector."
Grindhusen took courage at this, and said:
"I'll say what I like, so don't you trouble yourself! Tell just as much as
I please. For I'm saying no more than's true. And in case you'd care to
know, I can tell you the Inspector's got a word to say to you very soon.
Ay, that he has, or hearing goes for nothing. So you've no call to be
anyway stuck up yourself. And as for me telling or not telling things, I'm
saying never a thing but what's the truth. Just remember that. And if you
knew as much as I do, she's nothing but a plague and a burden to him all
the time, and won't let him out of her sight.
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