In a minnit more she comes out, with nothin' in her hands.

So then I says to myself, 'She's deposited some o' her combustible matter in Mr.Blake's room.' "It was a bold and dangerous thing to do, yer honour, but I goes into your room and looks around.

Everything seems right.

Then I looks and sees that the drawer of the wardrobe ain't quite shut, so I takes a step forward and peeps in." "And what did you see ?" "Why, I see the trappin's of that 'ere ghost.

The shroud, knife, and all the rest on't." "Well, Simon ?" "Well, sur, I takes it to my shanty, and puts it in my own box, to show you at 'a convenient season,' as Moses said." "Is that all ?" "Not quite.