'Tonight, for certain?' says I. 'Before even I go to
bed!' he says. 'I can't fix it to a minute, but you can rely on me calling
at your house in St. Mary's Terrace before eleven o'clock--with the
money.' And he was so certain about it, Mr. Ayscough, that I said no more
than that I should be much obliged, and I'd wait up for him. And,"
concluded Goodyer, "I did wait up--till half-past twelve--but he never
came. So this morning, of course, I walked round here--and then I heard
what happened--about him being picked up dying and since being dead--with
fifty pounds in gold in his pocket. Of course, Mr. Ayscough, that was the
money he referred to."
"You haven't mentioned this to anybody?" asked Ayscough.
"Neither to the widow nor to anybody--but you," replied Goodyer.
"Don't!" said Ayscough. "Keep it to yourself till I give you the word. You
didn't hear anything from Parslett as to where the money was coming from?"
"Not one syllable!" answered Goodyer. "But I could see he was dead sure of
having it."
"Well--keep quiet about it," continued Ayscough. "There'll be an inquest,
you know, and what you have to tell'll come in handy, then.
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