'
'Don't be hard upon my chosen friends,' returned Slyme, 'for they were
sometimes your chosen friends too. Don't say you never employed my
friend Tigg, for I know better. We quarrelled upon it.'
'I hired the fellow,' retorted Mr Chuzzlewit, 'and I paid him.'
'It's well you paid him,' said his nephew, 'for it would be too late to
do so now. He has given his receipt in full; or had it forced from him
rather.'
The old man looked at him as if he were curious to know what he meant,
but scorned to prolong the conversation.
'I have always expected that he and I would be brought together again in
the course of business,' said Slyme, taking a fresh handful of nuts from
his pocket; 'but I thought he would be wanted for some swindling job; it
never entered my head that I should hold a warrant for the apprehension
of his murderer.'
'HIS murderer!' cried Mr Chuzzlewit, looking from one to another.
'His or Mr Montague's,' said Nadgett. 'They are the same, I am told.
I accuse him yonder of the murder of Mr Montague, who was found last
night, killed, in a wood. You will ask me why I accuse him as you have
already asked me how I know so much.
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