[Neville] Thank god for that— I gladly unmask! To wear this coat in June is really a task There lies Dick Datchery, born on a whim We can dispense of last rites for him My motive in taking this roll Of a wigged and white-whiskered soul Was to get myself back To this city and track Down the culprit...With that as my goal I had also intended to find Just what Jasper had on his mind Much to eager is he That all Cloisterham see Me the murderer--god, are they blind! All of these people suspicious That I had k**ed Edwin Drood And with their anger so viscous I wore this costume so crude Stepping out on a limerick, out of a limerick Out on a limerick air! I found a theatrical kit And as Datchery I did my bit So to clear my good name From the blemish of blame (‘twas for Helena, too, I admit) I followed John Jasper high-low Found the dens he descends to below And when puffer came here ‘twas immediately clear My suspicions were quite apropos So I crept in the lodgings of jasper Dressed in this garb, what a sight! There I found rosa bud's clasp, her Mother's she gave Drood that night Jasper took it form ned after hurling him dead To the weir riverbed, I suppose Tell him that Datchery knows! And the proof is quite clear Let us bring Jasper here To be tried and the tied up and strung! And from this limerick, let him be hung!