he unlocked the other, “what's Mr. Jaggers going to do with that water-side murder? Is he going to make it manslaughter, or what's he going to make of it?”

“Why don't you ask him?” returned Wemmick.

“O yes, I dare say!” said the turnkey.

“Now, that's the way with them here, Mr. Pip,” remarked Wemmick, turning to me with his post-office elongated. “They don't mind what they ask of me, the subordinate; but you'll never catch 'em asking any questions of my principal.”

“Is this young gentleman one of the 'prentices or articled ones of your office?” asked the turnkey, with a grin at Mr. Wemmick's humor.

“There he goes again, you see!”