"That is easily arranged if you want to stop here, lad," Captain Nutter said.
When Nutter returned to the parlour his wife had not yet left it.
And that was the last that was heard or seen of Mr. Nutter for some time.
Nutter certainly had disappeared, and there was an uneasy feeling about him.
They all knew what sort of terms Sturk and Nutter had been on.
Nutter's little pew, under the gallery, was void like Sturk's.
Of Sturk's tragedy and Nutter's disappearance he had already heard.
By Jupiter, Sir, there wasn't one drop of cur's blood in poor Nutter.
And everybody who met any one else asked him—'Any news about Nutter, eh?'
"Good reason or bad, I will have it," cried Mistress Nutter.