10/23 They pulled his bed about the room, and shook out all his sheets. They raked out his fire, and prised up a loose board in the floor. They emptied his basins into his bath, and investigated the works of his eight-day clock. But high or low they could find no money. When the owner returned, he wished devoutly he had never been ass enough to confide the task to a couple of raw Goths like these. |