The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 96: what you’re looking at

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TUE MYSPERIES OF TIM COURT. have left him. In fact, when I went out in the evening, he was sitting up and able to walk—for he came down and bolted the front door after me, as was his wont——” . “Ah! I remember tnat the door was bolted in- side, when I first entered the house,” exclaimed Page. “ But how did you obtain admittance——” “ Rather let me ask how you got into this place in the first instance?” cried the girl, now surveying the commercial traveller with looks indicative of mistrust. “TI will eatisfy you on that head, Julia,” was his immediate answer. “It was by the back way that I came hither——” “ Ah! then you are one of the gentlemen who es- caped from the cellar in the next house?” exclaimed the young woman, her countenance clearing up. * Well—don't be afraid—I am not going to betray you, But you asked me how I got into the place, sineo there was no one—living,” she added, with a WU ee 4 81 cold ehudder, “to open the door. Why—1 did nr come back until about eight o’clock this morning,” she continued; “and then I was accosted in the cour: by Bri “Who's Briggs?” demanded the commercial tra- veller. “The man that keeps the house next door,” w.- the answer.” “TIshea great stout fellow, with an immense wen upon the crown of his bald head ?" inquired Page. “ Just so,” replied the girl; and the commercis: traveller learnt accordingly that the individual al- luded to was the same who had made him write the letter to Mr. Hodson, and who had given him the glass of gin. “ Well,” resumed Julia, “this mi Briggs called me into his room next door—told ., that a couple of gentlemen had escaped out of his cellar during the night—and begged me not to say n word about it in the neighbourhood. Of course it was no business of mine: and as I wanted to get inte comicbooks.conn