| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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street in Windley where Philpot used to live. They halted in a dark part of the street a few yards away from the house and on the opposite side. `I think the best thing we can do,' said Misery, `is for me and Sawkins to wait 'ere while you go to the 'ouse and see 'ow the land lies. You've done all the business with 'er so far. It's no use takin' the box unless we know the corpse is there; for all we know, Snatchum may 'ave taken it 'ome with 'im.' `Yes; I think that'll be the best way,' agreed Crass, after a moment's thought. Nimrod and Sawkins accordingly took shelter in the doorway of an empty house, leaving the handcart at the kerb, while Crass went across the street and knocked at Philpot's door. They saw it opened by an elderly woman holding a lighted candle in her hand; then Crass went inside and the door was shut. In about a quarter of an hour he reappeared and, leaving the door partly open behind him, he came out and crossed over to where the others were waiting. As he drew |
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