CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE MYSTERIOUS CUPBOARD.
“Here they are,” said Crotchet. “Some of these are worth something.”
“Get a cane or two, likewise.”
“All’s right, sir. I tell you what it is, sir. If there’s such things as ghosts in the world, I wonder how this Todd can sleep o’ nights, for he must have a plaguy lot of ‘em about his bed of a night.”
“Perhaps he satisfied himself upon that head, Crotchet, before he began his evil practices, for all we know; but let us make our way into another room, for I think we have seen all there is to see in this one.”
“Not a doubt of it. It’s only a kind of store-room, this, and from the size of it, I should say it ain’t the largest on this floor.”
Sir Richard walked out of the room on to the landing place. All was perfectly still in the barber’s house,
