The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 160: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. 157 ‘‘That may be; but he has the devil’s luck and his own,” said the officer. When nine o’clock came, Mr. Pearson went to the spot indi- cated, and though it rained hard, yet he resolved to brave it out, and stopped the required time—indeed, more than an hour over the time appointed by the villain. It was just as he was giving the whole affair up as a bad job, that suddenly a man, whom he had noticed on several] occasions had passed him, came up to him and said,— ‘“‘Is your name Pearson ?” ‘Tt is.” ‘“‘ Follow me, then.” And witbout any further conversation, he walked away at a quick rate. Mr. Pearson followed at the same pace. The officers had been concealed in a neighboring house, and there waited the departure of Mr. Pearson. They feared if they were seen the person who was appointed to meet Mr. Pearson would not take any notice; but, seeing them, would walk away. To avoid this it- was they posted themselves in a house, and it was to enable the thieves to watch any person about the neigh- borhood, so that there would be no possibility of a surprise. See- ing no one at hand, the man came up to Mr. Pearson, after he had watched well, and uttered the words above. Mr. Pearson followed the man up for upward of an hour, when they were joined by several others, when Mr. Pearson seemed alarmed, and endeavored to get away, when he was suddenly seized, and bhur- ried onward with a velocity that outstripped the officers, and threw them out. They then came to the house where the mendi- cant had confined Mabel, not knowing that any oue was there; and then commited the murder. Terrified at the sudden appari- tion of Mabel, they fled, and afterward the mendicant came in. The rest is known. CHAPTER XXXII. EaRLy the next morning the mendicant was taken from the temporary prison where he had been placed for the night, and conveyed in a carriage, with an officer on each side of him, to Bow street, to be examined by a magistrate. Nothing was said during the drive, and when they arrived at the office, and got out, until the night charges were dis posed of, the mendicant was locked up in a cell attached to the office. He remained there more than an hour and a half, when he was taken into the office and placed in the dock. “* Well,” inquired the magistrate, ‘‘ what does this man stand charged with?” ‘¢ Murder, your worship,” ‘* State the particulars.” **From information,” said the officer, ‘‘ I and some other offi- cers were placed in waiting to watch where Mr, Pearson should be conducted to, and then to make a capture,” You had some previous charge?” comicbooks. com