| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1482 |
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near they could see that he carried a piece of paper in his hand. `It's all right,' he said in a hoarse whisper as he came up. I've got the stifficut.' Misery took the paper eagerly and scanned it by the light of a match that Crass struck. It was the certificate right enough, and with a sigh of relief Hunter put it into his note-book and stowed it safely away in the inner pocket of his coat, while Crass explained the result of his errand. It appeared that the other member of the Society, accompanied by Snatchum, had called upon the old woman and had bluffed her into giving them the order for the funeral. It was they who had put her up to getting the certificate from the Coroner - they had been careful to keep away from the inquest themselves so as not to arouse Hunter's or Crass's suspicions. `When they brought the body 'ome this afternoon,' Crass went on, `Snatchum tried to |
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