Mr. Micawber tapped himself with the ruler. “ I did, when I got the key from you as usual⁠—but a little earlier⁠—and opened it this morning.”

“Don’t be uneasy,” said Traddles. “They have come into my possession. I will take care of them, under the authority I mentioned.”

“You receive stolen goods, do you?” cried Uriah.

“Under such circumstances,” answered Traddles, “yes.”

What was my astonishment when I beheld my aunt, who had been profoundly quiet and attentive, make a dart at Uriah Heep, and seize him by the collar with both hands!

“You know what I want?” said my aunt.

“A strait-waistcoat,” said he.