The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 197: what you’re looking at

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___‘THE STRING OF PEARLS. _ CHAPTER XXXVIII. SIR RICHARD PRIES INTO TODD'S SECRETS. CROTCHET soon reached the attic floor of the shoemaker’s house, and although In profound darkness, he managed, as he thought, to touch the right door. Tap! tap ! went Crotchet’s knuckles, and as he did so he followed a habit very general, when the knock is only a matter of ceremony, and opened the door at the same apie He popped his head into a room where there was a light, and said— ~ daere vers,” & scream was the reply to him, and then Crotchet saw, by the state of affairs | there, that he had made a little mistake in the topography of the attic landing. | The attic in which he found himself, for he had crossed the threshold, was in the occupation of an elderly gaunt-looking female, who was comforting her toes by keeping them immersed in a pan of water by the side of a little miserable fire, Which was feebly pretending to look cheerful in the little grate. «¢ Lor, mum!” said Crotchet. ‘‘ Who’d a thought o’ seeing of you 2” ‘Oh, you monster. You base man, what do you want here ?” ‘© Nothink !”’ «« Be off with you, or else I'll call the perlice.” ‘Oh, Im a going, mum. How do you bring it in, mum, in a genera, Way?” | Help ! Murder !” ‘‘ Lord bless us, what a racket. Don’t you go for to fancy, mum, that I comed | up these here attic stairs for to see you. Quite the rewerse, mum.” ‘*Then, pray who did you come to see, you big ugly monster you ? The other | attic is empty. Oh, you base infidel. I believe 1 knows what men are by this | time.” “No doubt onit, mum. Howsomedever this here’s the wrong door, I take it. Noharm done, mum. I wish you and your toes, mum, a remarkably good | evening.” : “‘ Crotchet,’ said a voice. “ Here yer is.’ | Sir Richard Blunt had been attentively listening for Crotchet, and when he | heard the screams of the old lady in the next attic, he opened the door of his apartment, and looked out. He soon discovered what was amiss, and called out accordingly. Soe . <‘ Bless us, who’s that ?? °°" ‘The Emperor o’ Russia, mum,’ said Crotchet. ‘‘ He’s took that ’ere aitic | next to you, cos he’s heard so much o’ the London chumbley pots, and he wants to have a good look at them at his leisure.” With these words Mr. Crotchet left the old lady’s attic, and closed the door carefully, leaving her, no doubt, ina considerable state of bewilderment. In | another moment he was with the magistrate. “Crotchet,” said Sir Richard, “I thought I told you to do this thing as quietly as you possibly could.” =; “ Down as a hammer, sir.” ‘ T think it is anything but down. | ‘Right asa trivet, sir, with a hextra leg. Lots o’ fear, but no danger. Now for it, Sir Richard. What lay is we to goon?’ , ‘Jt certainly never occurred to Sir Richard Blunt to hold any argument with Mr. Crotchet. He had long since found out that he must, if he would avail him- self of his services—and for courage and fidelity he was unequalled—put up with his eccentricities ; so upon this occasion he said no more about Crotchet’s mistake, but, after a few moments’ pause, pointing to the attic door, he said— 4 a PU OIG: oo Eb ser a Shee mn pu RY 3 A Sa Sax 99 comicbooks.com