The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 195: what you’re looking at

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— — é z . ge fa E * : F = a a rd CS FEE BE 2 compel. 88 THE STRING OF PEARLS i Si SIE 5 1 © | towards Bell Yard. He was going to Mrs. Lovett’s, whither we shall follow him at amore convenient opportunity, but just now we have Sir Richard Blunt’s enterprise to treat of. Todd had no sooner got fairly out of sight, than Mr. Crotchet emerged from the doorway in which he was concealed, and went a few |} | paces down Fleet Street, towards the Temple.—-He soon meta man genteelly dressed, who seemed to be sauntering along in an idle fashion. “ All’s right, Fletcher,” said Crotchet. “id $f Oh, is it ?”” ‘“Yes. Have you got that ere little article with you ?” “The bugle? .Oh, yes.” ‘* Mind you blows it then, if you sees Todd come home, and ro gammon.” ‘Trust to me; old fellow.” Without another word, Mr. Crotchet crossed over the road, and opened the shop-door of the shoemaker. Now the face of Mr. Crotchet was not the most engaging in the world, and when he looked in upon the shoemaker, that indus- trious workman felt a momentary pang of alarm, and particularly when Mr. Crotchet, imparting a horrible obliquity to his vision, said— ‘“‘ How is yer, old un?” “¢ Sir?” said the shoemaker. “You couldn’t show a fellow the way up.to Smith’s Aattic, | supposes ?” “ Smith—-smith ?—Oh, dear me; that’s the new lodger, I'll call him down if you wait here.” .ece?S4 ii “No occasion. I'll toddleup, my tulip. He’sa relatidn o” mine, don’t you see the likeness atween us?—-We was considered the handsomest pair ’0 men as was in London at one time, and it sticks to us now, I can tell you.’’ “If you wish, sir, to go up, instead of having Mr. Smith called down, of course, sir, you can, as you are an old friend. Allow me to light you, sir.” ‘f Not the least occasion. Only tell me where itisn’t, and I'll find out where it is, old chap.”’ ‘* It’s the front attic.” : <* All’s right. Don’t be sich a hass as to be flaring away arter me, with that eré*double dip,,I can find my way in worserer places than this here. All’s right —easy does it.’ oe eas To the surprise of the shoemaker, his mysterious visitor opened t at the back of the shop, which led to the staircase, and ina moment disappeared up them. . ‘‘Upon my life, this Mr. Smith.” thought the shoemaker, ‘‘ seems to have some very strange connexions. Me told me he knew-nohody in London, and then here comes one of the ugliest fellows, I think, I ever saw in all my life, and claims acquaintance with him. What ought I to do ?—Ought I to tell Mrs. W. |} of it?” . At this moment Mrs. W. made her appearance from the mercer’s, with the ribbon that had tickled her feminine fancy—all smiles and sweetness. The heart of the shoemaker died within him, for well he knew what visitation he was likely to come in for, if anything connected with the lodger turned out wrong, © A.hem! a-hem! Well, my dear, have you got the ribbon ?”’ | «Qh yes, to be sure, and a love it is “ Ah !—ah !” “ What’s the matter ?” : “ Nothing, my dove. I was only thinking that it wasn’t the ribbon that |} makes folks look lovely, but the person who wears it. You would look beauti- — ful in any ribbon.” | “Why; my dear, that may be very true, but still one ought to look as well as one can, you know, for the credit of one’s maker.” . | ‘“¢ Oh, yes, yes; but I was only thinking ad . ‘‘Thinking of what? Bless me, Mr. Wheeler, how mystifying you are |} to-night, to be sure. Whatdo you mean by this conduct? Was ever a woman j| ~ + fe . Pony Se ee Maes comicbooks.com