The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 248: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXV CAROLINE WALTERS Ir was about twenty minutes to one o’clock in the after- noon of the following day that a hackney-coach stopped at the gate of Horsemonger Lane Gaol and two men leaped forth. These were Mr. Peter Grumley and his factotum Mobbs; and on entering the lobby, they were instantaneously saluted in familiar terms by the turnkey on duty. ‘‘ Come for the young ’ooman, eh? ”’ said this functionary, when the usual compliments accompanied by a little chaffing had been exchanged. “ Yes,’”’ responded Grumley. ‘‘ How has she behaved her- self, old feller? ”’ 3 ‘‘ Silent, reserved, and obstinate,’? was the answer. “‘She’s a pretty gal, — a deuced pretty gal; but there’s mo- ments when the devil looks out of her eyes. I couldn’t help surweying her with attention when I went around last night to lock up; and I thought to myself, thinks I, ‘ Well, I’m blowed if you ain’t capable of murdering anybody that stands in your path.’ ”’ ‘‘ And so she hasn’t talked at all, eh? ” observed Grumley, interrogatively. ‘‘ She hasn’t said nothing either bad, good, or indifferent,” answered the turnkey. ‘‘ The matron tried to draw her out yesterday; but it was no go, I understand; and so I suppose she means to see what turn matters may take, before she opens her lips on the subject.” ‘“‘ Well, then, she’ll soon have an opportunity of satisfying her curiosity,’’ observed Grumley; “ for she’ll be committed to-day to acertainty. I’ve got a precious strong case against her, I can tell you.” 218 (C(O) AG 6)(0)()