The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 88: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. 85 ‘Tam not sure. I can’t tell: Time alone shows these things; they ain’t as easy to do as signing peace- warrants.” “ Well, do as you will,” said the magistrate. ‘‘ You see how the case stands, and bow we are at a loss to find the man who is supposed to have commitied the murder.” a here has been one man taken up upon suspicion—has there not ?” ‘‘ There has, but been discharged, as being quite innocent.” ** Of that you are satisfied ?” “‘T am satisfied of that.” ‘Then I shall not trouble my mind about the affair,” said the officer. | ‘* Exactly.” ‘Then I shall bid you good-afternoon, and set about my plans at once.” ‘*The sooner the better.” ‘‘I wish I had been here on the occasion; that would have the best by far.” “Tt would so; but we have now to make the best of a bad job, and in doing so you will exert the skill and sagacity for which you are known.” They parted. Mr. Samuel Lewis walked from the abode of justice, and putting his hand into the pocket of his great coat, in which he felt the favorite of his walks—his staff—he twined his fingers around it, and muttered, as he came in sight of the churchyard,— ‘‘ They should have kept watch there for some time; these old places have plenty of hiding holes about. Ill show them what one of the London officers can do when they are done up.” With these self-congratulatory thoughts, Mr. Sam Lewis entered the churchyard. <As he entered, the sun’s rays were glaring across the churchyard, and shone upon the windows with strength and intensity. The windows seemed all on fire, and reflected back the setting rays. ‘* Ah,” said Lewis, as he looked round the yard, ‘‘there ain’t much here, but there’s no knowing what may or what may not be; Pll occupy a post that will at least give me time for reflec- tion, and conceal myself from the observation of any one who may come.” | Having looked about for some time for the best place to screen himself, he found two graves that were raised tolerably high with others at either end, so as to effectually screen him, and yet he could be perfectly cognizant of all that occurred in the churchyard. ‘* Here’s room for meditation,” said Sam, as he sat down be- tween the gravestones, carefully doubling the tails of his great- coat to save himself from the effects of the damp. He sat down, and began to watch, but whether it was that he had partaken of anything calculated to keep up the circulation under difficulties, or not, it would be difficult to say, but the vigilant officer fell asleep. ust at that moment, a man entered the churchyard. With a rapid, but caditious glance, he looked around, and made a hasty comicbooks. com