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But Jerk was in no way softened, so placing his forefinger to the side of his nose and solemnly winking one eye, he said: I dont know no more than you do, Mister, but if you does want me to guess I dont mind putting six and six together and saying as how youll find em hanging about to get a glimpse of old Peppers grizzly corpse, wot was brought from the Marsh on a shutter.
Ill teach them! shrieked the schoolmaster, flourishing the birch and flying out of the door.
Thats it! added Jerk. You do, and Ill teach you, too, my fine fellow, who rapped my head once, Ill teach you and teach you till I teaches your head to wriggle snug inside a good ropes noose. And having thus given vent to his feelings, Jerk followed the schoolmaster to see the fun.
The crowd outside the Court House was quite large for Dymchurch. Everybody was there, and right in front enjoying the excitement gaped and peered the scholars of the school. But Rash elbowed his way through the throng
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and fell upon them like a sudden squall, using the terrible birch upon the youngsters shoulders, quite regardless of the cries of Shame! and Stop him! from the villagers. But the onslaught of Rash came to a sudden conclusion, for the heavy hand of the captains bosun fell upon him and ordered him immediately inside the Court House. Jerk saw Rash turn the colour of a jellyfish, asserting wildly that there must be some mistake, and that having his duty to perform at the school he must beg to be excused.
Its my opinion, replied the bosun in a hard voice, that them lads will get a holiday today. The inquiry is going forward about this murder, and I have orders to see that you attend. So keeping his rough hand upon the teachers shoulder he led him, still protesting vehemently, inside the Court House, with the jeers and jibes of the scholars ringing in his ears.
Jerk had by now worked his way to the front of the crowd, and there he stood looking with wonder at the two great seamen who with drawn cutlasses
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were guarding the open door. Dymchurch was having the excitement of its life, and no mistake, and a holiday for the school, even the tragedy of Sennacherib Peppers death, was forgotten in the glory of that moment, and the hated schoolmaster had been publicly stopped thrashing the boys and had himself been ordered into the Court House.
I wonder what for? thought young Jerk. I wonder? He would have given a lot to see inside the upper room, where the inquiry was now about to proceed. Presently the captain himself came out of the hall and stood for a moment on the gravel outside, looking at the crowd. Now there were sailors keeping the crowd back; never had there been such formal times in Dymchurch. The captain glanced at the little knot of schoolboys with their satchels, and suddenly catching sight of Jerk, called out: Hie you! youre the potboy of the Ship Inn, aint you? Well, I want you. Step this way! So his wish was granted, and
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followed by the wonder and admiration of the crowd, Jerry Jerk, potboy of the Ship, strutted after the Kings captain into the Court House.
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Chapter 12
The Captain Objects
Up the old stairway to the courtroom Jerk followed the captain, wondering why he had been called, what the captain knew about last night, and whatever Doctor Syn would advise him to say if he were questioned. These were nutty problems for Jerrys young teeth to crack, and though somewhat nervous in consequence, he was on the whole highly delighted at seeing the fun. The procedure of the inquiry was evidently biding the captains presence, for as soon as he had taken his seat at the high table the squire rose and in a
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few well-chosen words announced the inquiry to be set and open. The captain seemed to have forgotten the presence of Jerk, who was left standing in the doorway surveying the august company. There was an attorney-at-law and a doctor of medicine from Hythe, an attorney from Romney and a doctor from Romney. At the high table these four gentlemen sat facing the squire, who was in the centre, with Doctor Syn upon his right. On his left was the chair just occupied by the captain, and on fixed oak benches round the room sat the leading lights of Dymchurch: the head preventive officer, three or four well-todo farmers, two owners of fishing luggers, Denis Cobtree, Mrs. Waggetts, and the schoolmaster, besides two or three other villagers. Nobody took much notice of Jerk when he came in, for all eyes were on the captain, but Doctor Syn not only took notice but the trouble to point out an empty space on one of the benches.
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Are all those summoned for the inquiry present? asked the captain, looking round at the assemblage.
All but Mr. Mipps, said the squire, referring to a list of names before him. While we were waiting for you, he took the opportunity of viewing the body next door.
The captain signed to one of the two sailors who were guarding the door of the adjoining room, and he accordingly summoned the undertaker, who with an eye to business was measuring the corpse. Jerk caught a glimpse of this as the door opened, and of the form of Sennacherib Pepper lying on a table. The undertaker, with a footrule in his hands, took his place on one of the benches. Mippss entrance seemed to revive the tragedy of the whole business, for there was a pause pending the squires opening speech; but the captain was the first to speak. He arose and to the astonishment of everybody took up and lit a pipe which had been lying on the table in front of him.
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Sir Antony Cobtree and gentlemen, he said in his great husky sea voice, as he drew the smoke deliberately through the long clay stem and volleyed it back from his set mouth in blue battle clouds across the table, we have met here to discuss, as Sir Antony Cobtree has already said better than I ever could, the sad and sudden death of Doctor Sennacherib Pepper, killed violently last night on Romney Marsh. The form of this inquiry I leave to the lawyers whose business it is, but before they get busy Ive got a few things bottled up that I must and will say. I dont possess the knack of a crafty tongue myself, Ive the reputation among my colleagues of being the most tactless man in the service; but Ive also a reputation as a fighter, and when I do fight, its a hard fighta straightforward, open fight. So what Ive got to say will like enough cause offence to every man in this room from Sir Antony Cobtree downward. Im no good at strategy; as I say, I fight open; and when I think thingswell, I cant bottle them up; I say em out bluntly at the risk of offence. So here it is: I dont
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like this businessthis Doctor Pepper business The captain here paused to roll a large volume of smoke across the room.
The squire took advantage of the pause and said: If thats all it is, Captain, come nowwhich of us do?
The captain thought a moment and added: If the party or parties who committed the crime didnt like it, why, in thunders name, did they do it?
You should know that better than we do, returned the squire hotly, for that the murderer was under your employment is fairly obvious.
You are referring to the mulatto seaman, said the captain. In the first place, I consider that you should have asked my permission before you issued that public notice affixed to the church door. Until the mulatto is found and can be examined, I deny your right or any mans right to brand him as a murderer.