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It was on the second day after the arrival of the furniture that the surcharged storm, that had so long been lowering over the caretaker's head, burst in an explosion of thunder that was near attended with tragic consequences.
In the interval Mr. Tuke had been too greatly occupied with other business to give consideration to, or take action in, that little matter of the worthy Mr. Breeds and his far-too-heady wine. Glancing askance, indeed, at the subject with his mind's eye now and again, he felt a degree of perplexity as to the course it would be anything less than futile for him to pursue; inasmuch as nothing definite in the way of roguery had succeeded his drugging, and it was quite open to the landlord to affirm that a dog-tired guest had fallen sound asleep over his bottle. But for the present, adequate debate of the subject must be adjourned _sine die_; and, in the meantime, the gentlemen of the "Dog and Duck" were leaving him, to all appearance, peaceably alone.