The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 276: what you’re looking at

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ff ra O74. MYSTERIES © hoboam was obliged te support him, of he would at once have fallen to the ground. Then the dumb man began to laugh. His savage instinct being thus violently excited, had returned with an als most incredible energy. He dragged my father. to the other end of the laboratory, and seized a strong rope and bound him ; and from time to time, while performing this work, he gave way to aloud and discordant laugh. When Rehoboam had securely bound my fa- ther, so that he could move neither hand nor foot, | he rushed teward the door, and disappeared with a shout of savage triumph. A few minutes after- ward, his face still bleeding, and dreadfully disfi- ; gured, the dumb man returned, He was followed | : by 2 police magistrate and two constables, who : thus entered the secret study of Ishmael. : Rehoboam rushed into the room, and poin out, with most frantic energy and * cottthtasiod all the suspicious articles of which I havejalready spoken, This rapidity, which proved that the anger of the dumb man was not assuaged, was only equalied by the quickness with which the man, who immediately followed him, scanned the whole room with a look. This man was short and thin; he wore upon his nose a huge pair of metal spectacles, and his straight hair, whichwas | cut close to his forehead, appeared asif he usually | a wore a wig over it. Behind him came two as=- © sistants, dressed in that singular costume, half civil, half military, which I have since learned was that of a policeman. The little man was a. ‘police magistrate. His first look had sufficed, apparently: for he took a chair and sat om fe A — > pes : : rE <omicbooks com