The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 114: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTARIES. “ The money was paid éoo late !” replied Meagles, | enough to induce him to take no notice of the affair: ima sombre tone. I iikewise bribed the parish beadle, sexton, and clerk “What do you mean?” exclaimed the Prince im- | very heavily.” patiently. “I suppose the poor devil has gone into | “Thank God!" exclaimed his Royal Highness: the Gazette——eh f” “* He has gone to another world,” answered Meagles; “ and this affair does not constitute the finest chapter in the life of your Royal Highness.” “ Explain yourself, man?” ejaculated the Prince, stamping his foot with increasing impatience and likewise through rage at the taunt so boldly thrown out against him. “TI mean that John Foster has blown his brains out—and that his wife has died of a broken heart,” said Meagles, still speaking in a tone of reproach. “By heaven ! this is awkward,” cried the Prince, turning pale. “There will be a Coroner’s Inquest— a thorough exposure ——” “No—I have stopped all that,” interrupted Moagice “TI called upon the Coroner and said = a oe line ee eee “you are an excellent fellow, Meagles! Of course you have not paid the money to the creditors? Well —perhaps it 1s better that the vulgar trader should have blown his brains out: it is fifteen thousand pounds saved—and you may keep a thousand for yourself, Tim.” “Indeed your Royal Highness is talking uncom- monly fast,” said Meagles, scarcely able to repreas a feeling of disgust at the thorough heartlessness which the Prince was now exhibiting: “ for how could we possibly hush up this most unpleasant affair, without paying Hodson and Morley’s claim upon the de- ceased? They knew that your Royal Highness owed Foster the money.” “Ah! I see,” observed the Prince, in a tone of vexation. ‘ Well—it can’t be helped, Tim. I have a COMNGCBOOKS COMM