In Sight of St. Paul's — page 178: what you’re looking at

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THE LAST LINK, 173 anticipated that her words would have such an effect, he staggered toward the member of the police force, with both arms extended. ‘Tell me! Have they—have they. found the mur- derer of my son ?”’ } ‘“No, sir,’’? replied Ciarkson, gently, but deter- mined to do his duty, painful as it might be to his feelings asaman. ‘No, sir. But, with your help, I think I shall be able to lay my hands on him.’’ The poor old man trembled all over, and his eyes flashed at the thought that the aeath of his beloved ~ son might possibly be avenged. “My help!’ he replied, his voice rising almost to a shriek in his excitement. ‘‘I’ll do anything—any- thing—to avenge my Harry! Becky, Becky, leave the room !”’ Poor Becky, thus adjured, felt that, much against her will as it was, she would be forced to obey, but the inspector stopped her with a gesture. ‘“No,’’ he said, with a quiet authority, in strong contrast to the agitation of Mr. Chichester, ‘‘on second thought, you’d better stay, and—listen! You’ll be a good witness. ’’ Becky did not like the tone in which these words were spoken, but, although with inward perturba- tion, she remained where she was, an unhappy listener to the scene which ensued. “Vou see, sir,’’? said Clarkson, addressing Mr, Chi- Gomicbooks:.¢o