The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 359: what you’re looking at

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_you to tice you down to the dark 846 he managed to get into a secret room of your’s where there’s a many dresses—and he also saw & great big book that you’ve got and where you write down everything that happens. Ha! ha!” laughed the hag, shaking her head significantly; “you gee J know something worth your knowing—and you also see, by the same token, that [ am telling the truth. Well, in that great book the Hangman read a many things, and all about your dressing up yourself as a knife-grinder and going down to Folly Bridges—that’s Jacob's Island, you know— and getting chucked into the ditch. So, you see, the Hangman found out that-you know a good deal too mueh to suit him and th~ gang; and so he has planted Nel ee tioning the be done for: and at the same time fully anxious means to come here to your house x1¢ koew fall the great book, so that it mayn’t s21°4* his house of any other Bow Street runner.” “ duality as fe Larry Sampqon certainly was ,'5¢ populace being prepared for allthis infornk "", © O outwardly manifested no surprise. °— on what however really was, to hear that managed to obtain admission txhis” * tone that ber: but what he was now told in r? 9°t enough Gibson, only confirmed certain sug@P Stones to he had previously entertained rela ok that there port of three or four visits whict# °° plunge in him. d deep into “Now, Mrs. Franklin,” he said, “ ere telling me the truth; and here’, 272 : and for you,” added Larry, counting the’ 4122, who down upon the table. “The next thi;7° left the do is to let me kuow how you happened ully satis- all that is going on, and why you node nurse betray the matter tome. D aren y the matter to me o this, n, amidst have another ten guineas upon the spc’. For years and years past, the wag@tio™, bore had not been so abundant at any one: :* °° the Mother Franklin, as the harvest whic the now reaping; and with a chuckle of dé secured the first ten guineas about hy"° Must and then proceeded to give those vipltiztium that should ensure to her the eboond two guineas. * Well, Mr. Sampson,” sue saia, “the truth is . | Larry Sampson. @nE MYSTERIES OF THR COURT. to you to-night; and so J managed to get away for a couple of hours on some excuse, just to give you this warning. But if you want again to know why I do it, it is because I hate the Hangman— I hate Nelli Gibson also. She has called me a witch—and he has called me a beldame; and she threatened to leave Mother Young's establishment if I didn’t hold my tongue—and he tossed me a shilling—a beggarly shilling—as if I was a beggar? And so for all this,” shrieked forth the hag, raising her voice in a horrible excitement, “I want revenge—I want revenge—and now I shall ious tone to which her ac- agreed, after calm deli merged into a cough, se knowledge of the young ihoe i¢ almost seemed to fidy in respect to the nO 4, pisces: and a horrible cepted by oeonibna Petal toothless jaws wagging, come, a8 we a h uring ascertain whether she we scaling Thewm po with respect to the plot , into a many secrets if I It was now a week sing,’ anna," © Sent the the fire; and if, at about son eee dee an ing, we peep into Mr. Le iting me just because I am shall behold him sitting bo one thing I'll tell you, “_ “opened and rag mind and never say that gery, came to announce Nps, or that T peached who refused to give her Wy thing between you him. The Bow Street Of “ . »mpson. “Proceed, Mrs. to see any body on busing ne about to tell me.” she should be admitted : ‘ tant was shown nto fon that It wen. thas 4 tion . Dame Margery with¢ the fire at some Baro- instantaneously re bent double with age, n shaking her head and with » horrible kind of m o14 hay, «the fellows got “Do you kaow who I | intention of breaking into something betwoen @ Ca 145. bat somehow or an- sen-—t0 be eOrey ee ke, and the light falling on woate inky Or straw, set the whole. place into a blsge. Ha! ha! all their wickednesas shall come out soon; 1'll unmask them, the villains—I will ° untingdon’s, you mean,” But how was that?” that Nell Gibson has always been harsh and bitter | she cried, again exalting her voloe into a querulous towards me; and I hate her—I have long hated | thrill. “But I can’t stay any longer now. I must her. Then the Hangman, too—he jeered, and | get back as soon as possible. Another time I'll taunted, and laughed at me one night; and 1 / tell yoy more. At all events, I’ve told you enow swore to be revenged—for I hate him also. §So,/ forthe present to put you on your guard against seeing that he had something secret to say to Nell | your enemies, Mr. Sampson.” Gibson, I listened af the door. Hatha! laughed] Having thus spoken, the harridan received the the hag, with her hideous cackle: “my ears were | sectnd ten guineas, and took her departare sharp enough shen, I can tell you; and as luck ' mumbling to herself, “Ha! now I shall be re would have it, no one distorbed me in the passage | venged. Daniel Coffin said he should have the all the time I was listening at the door. So I | satisfaction of tucking me up before he died; but heard everything that passed: that’s how I came | I shall have the pleasure of seeing him swing te to know what was going on. Ever since—for this | the gallows-tree—ha! ha! ha!” was more than three weeks ago—jast at the be-| About an hour afterwards Nell Gibson was ginning of November—ever since then, I say, I | ashered by Dame Margery into the presence of bave listened, and watched, end peeped, and | the Bow Street Officer. peered, at all that was going on; and what with| “ Well, it is for to-night,” said the young woman, catching a word now and a word then, and hearing | the moment the housekeeper had retired and she a bit of a whispered conversation at one time and | found herself alone with Lanry Sampson. & bit at another, I found ont that the plot was} “Ah! it is for to-night, eh?” he said, affecting still going on agin you—that Nell Gibson has | to fall most credulously into the anare spread to been to you several times with a tigmarole tale— | enmesh him. “Aud where is the conference to and that she fanoles you are quite falling into | take place ?” | the snare. Well, Mr. Sampson, she’s coming up' “Down at Bencull’s dark crib,” replied Nell errata nema eral ee -——- ——— — Ss COMME lOO© ’ a