There was some blood on the whalebone, and on my fingers.

I rolled the loaded whalebone up in a red handkerchief, and locked it into my chest of drawers, designing to destroy it, which I did, so soon as the servants were in bed; and then I felt a chill and a slight shiver;--'twas only that I was an older man.

I was cool enough, but a strain on the mind was more to me then than twenty years before.

So I drank a dram, and I heard a noise outside my window.

'Twas then that stupid dog, Cluffe, saw me, as he swears.
'Well, next day Sturk was brought home; Nutter was gone, and the suspicion attached to him.