In plain English, I didn't at all relish the notion of helping his inquiries, when those inquiries took him (in the capacity of snake in the grass) among my fellow-servants.
"I noticed nothing," I said, "except that we all lost our heads together, myself included." "Oh," says the Sergeant, "that's all you have to tell me, is it ?" I answered, with (as I flattered myself) an unmoved countenance, "That is all." Sergeant Cuff's dismal eyes looked me hard in the face.
"Mr.Betteredge," he said, "have you any objection to oblige me by shaking hands?
I have taken an extraordinary liking to you." (Why he should have chosen the exact moment when I was deceiving him to give me that proof of his good opinion, is beyond all comprehension! I felt a little proud--I really did feel a little proud of having been one too many at last for the celebrated Cuff!) We went back to the house; the Sergeant requesting that I would give him a room to himself, and then send in the servants (the indoor servants only), one after another, in the order of their rank, from first to last.
I showed Sergeant Cuff into my own room, and then called the servants together in the hall.

Rosanna Spearman appeared among them, much as usual.

She was as quick in her way as the Sergeant in his, and I suspect she had heard what he said to me about the servants in general, just before he discovered her.

There she was, at any rate, looking as if she had never heard of such a place as the shrubbery in her life.
I sent them in, one by one, as desired.

The cook was the first to enter the Court of Justice, otherwise my room.