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re Christmas-day, I were coming home from my work; and just as I were passing the Railway Inn I sees a bag lying on the step just outside the front door of the public." "A what?" exclaimed Bradly, half rising from his seat. "But go on--all right," he added, noticing the sick man's surprise at his sudden question. "A bag," continued the other. "It were a shabby sort of bag, and I thought it most likely belonged to Ebenezer Potts, for I'd often seen him carrying a bag like it: you know Ebenezer's a joiner, and he used to carry his tools with him in just such a bag. So I says to myself, `I'll have a bit of fun with Ebenezer. I'll carry off his bag, and leave it by-and-by on his own door-step when it's dark; won't he just be in a fuss when he comes out of the public and misses it! I shall hear such a story about it next day.' For you know, Thomas, Eben's a fussy sort of chap, and he'd be roaring like a town-crier after his bag. It were a foolish thing to do, but I only meant to have a bit of a game. So I carries off the bag, and turns into the Green Dragon on my way home to have a pint of ale. "There was two or three of our set there, and one says to me, `What have you got there, Ned?'--`It's Eben Potts's bag of tools,' says I; `I found it lying on the step of the Railway Inn while he went in to get a pint. I shall leave it at his own door in a bit; but won't he just make a fine to-do when he misses it!'--`It'll be grand,' said one of them, and they all set up a laugh.--`Let me look at the bag,' said poor Joe Wright, who'd been staring at it. I hands it to him. `Why,' says he, `'tain't Eben's bag after all.'--`Not his bag!' cries I, in a fright.--`Nothing of the sort,' says he; `I knows his bag quite well. Besides, just feel the weight of it; there's no tools in this bag.'--`Well, it _did_ strike me,' says I, `as it were very light. What's to be done now? They'll be after me for stealing a bag. I wonder what's in it? Not much, I'm sure; just a few shirts and pocket-handkerchers, or some other gents' things, I dessay.' "`Well,' says another, `there'll be no harm looking, and it'll be easily done--it's only a common padlock. Has any one got a key as'll unlock it?' No one of us had; so we says to the landlady's daughter, Miss Philips, who'd been peeping in, and had got her eyes and ears open, `Have you got ever a bunch of keys, miss, as you could lend us?' She takes a bunch out of her pocket, and com
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