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94 tal easiness as to the presence of the officer in his neighbourhood. * Holloa, Mr. Sampson [” he exclaimed, as Larry seemed about to pass on the opposite side of the way without noticing him: “how are you, this morning sir ?” “Ah! Daniel,” cried the functionary, stopping short: “I really did not observe you at the mo- ment, nor yet recollect that I was going by your house. In fact I was thinking of some information which I have received from a fellow in Newgate, who has peached against his comrades in a job that was done down in the country some months ” “You're always on the look-out, Mr. Sampson,” observed Jack Ketch, now totally relieved of any little lingering apprehension or misgiviny that might have remained in his mind relative to Larry's presence in Fieet Lane so soon after the tragedy of the Folly Bridges. . “Well, I am obliged to be pretty sharp, Daniel, at times,” said the officer. “ But business never was so slack as at the present moment.” “ Nothing doing, eh, Mr. Sampson?” remarked Cofin, . “Nothing of any consequence,” was the reply. “Indeed I bad not a single job in hand till I got this little information just now at Newgate: and I was thinking yesterday of going out of town fora few days’ holiday.” “ Well, why don’t you, sir?” said the Hangman. “I’m sure no one deserves a holiday more than: you do: you have worked hard enough in your time and sent a shoal of rascals through my hands. Ah! sir, many a fellow that you begun with I’ve finished with: the officer first—the executioner last. That’s the way of the world.” “Why, you are moralizing, Daniel,” exclaimed Sampson, with a laugh. “I have half a mind to treat you to a pot of egg-flip at the public house, only t am afraid of making your hand unsteady for shaving.” “Well, thank’ee, sir,” said the Hangman, “I don’t care about liquor this morning—I mean s0 early in the morning. I drank a little too much last night and feel out of sorts.” “What? Keeping it up at the public-house down at the corner—eh?” observed Larry, with another good-natured smile. “I dare say you spent last night the produce of all the beards that had blunted your razor inthe morning. But talk- ing of razors puts me in mind that I came out uashaved: and so you shall operate upon me, Daniel.” “You do me honour, Mr. Sampson,” said Jack Ketch. “ Walk in, sir.” Larry accordingly entered the shop—sate down —and resizned himself to the tonsorial skill of the Hangman. This miscreaut had often wondered whether his secret mode of life was at all suspected by Samp- son; and his guilty conscience had on several oc- casions led him to fancy that the officer eyed him with a degree of suspicion. But that fuuctionary’s present conduct was a complete reassurance in respect to all past misgivings: for as the Hang- nan deftly manipulated the razor over Larry’s chin, he thought to himself, “If he did know any ill concerning me, he would naturally fancy that THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. and he would not in such a case trust his life in my hands as he is doing at this moment. One single gash across the carotid—and all would be over with Mr. Lawrence Sampson! Bat, no—he has not an idea that Iam agything besides a penuy barber and the public executioner: and I may make myself perfectly easy on this head.” These reflections swept through the Hangman’s brain during the first minute that he was shaving the officer: and then, for an instant—but only for an instant—he thought what a good thing it would be for the whole tribe of criminals in Lon- don if he were just to draw his razor across Sampson’s throat. But the idea was instanta- neously discarded—not through any sadden fit of compunction, but because detection must instan- taneously follow the committal of such a desperate deed in an open shop at broad day-light. Never- theless the thought was entertained by the Hang- man for a moment—though only a single moment. The temptation was so great: the throat was so conveniently held up—the razor so handy! And then there was the momentary indefinable im- pulse to do the deed—just as the individual leaning over a precipice or the parapet df a high tower, longs to leap down in spite of himself. Verily, for & single instant did Mr. Lawrence Sampson’s life hang by a thread: and if he had known the nature of the idea which thus seized for that moment, with the gripe of a demon, upon the mind of Daniel Coffin, he would not probably have continued te sit so calmly and confidently as he did. CHAPTER XXVIII, THE FOUNDLING. “You must see a number of strange faces from day to day, Daniel,” observed Mr. Sampson, as He rose from the chair and proceeded to wash the re- mains of the lather from his face. “ Ah! you're right, sir,—I believe you,” returned the Hangman: “some very queer customers at times. ‘There’s many a man I’ve shaved in this room and afterwards tucked up in the Old Bailey. You remember Peter Pluffers, Mr. Sampson ?” “Who committed the horrid murder down in Chelsea, you mean ?” said Larry. “ Why, I rather think that it was I who traced the crime to him and got up all the evidence that was brought for- ward at the trial.” “To be sure—so it was!” exclaimed the Hang- man, “Well, sir, the very day after the murder he came and got shaved here, and talked about it with as much coolness as if he was as innocent as a lamb. Of course I hadn’t the least suspicion concerning him; and 1 little thought as I lathered his throat that I should put a hempen neckcloth round it precisely that day four weeks. 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