Nevertheless, he had been scared, and was in a very wicked-fleeth-when-no-
man-pursueth frame of mind. He went to his inn, and shut himself up in
his room for some time, taking notes of all that had happened to him in
the last three days. But even at his inn he no longer felt safe. How
did he know but that Hanky and Panky might have driven over from
Sunch'ston to see Mr. Turvey, and might put up at this very house? or
they might even be going to spend the night here. He did not venture out
of his room till after seven by which time he had made rough notes of as
much of the foregoing chapters as had come to his knowledge so far. Much
of what I have told as nearly as I could in the order in which it
happened, he did not learn till later. After giving the merest outline
of his interview with Mr. Turvey, he wrote a note as follows:--"I suppose
I must have held forth about the greatest happiness of the greatest
number, but I had quite forgotten it, though I remember repeatedly
quoting my favourite proverb, 'Every man for himself, and the devil take
the hindmost.' To this they have paid no attention."
By seven his panic about Hanky and Panky ended, for if they had not come
by this time, they were not likely to do so. Not knowing that they were
staying at the Mayor's, he had rather settled it that they would now
stroll up to the place where they had left their hoard and bring it down
as soon as night had fallen.
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