The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 272: what you’re looking at

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~ a eer ee 264, HR STRING OF PEARLS. — nem mettin nate eases when he his abroad, he is closely followed and carefully watched by men, any one of whom is more than a match for him; so be at peace upon that head, for Sweeney Todd is more securely kept now than any wild beast in his den.” CHAPTER LVI. Nn SIR RICHARD BLUNT’S ADVENTURES CONTINUED. I Aut left Sir Richard Blunt, not in a critical situation, but in what may be called L an embarrassing one, inasmuch as he could not very well make up his mind what — to do next. He had heard much towards her enunciation from the lips of Mrs. Lovett, and he had possessed himself of some property, which he hoped would be authenticated as having belonged to some of Todd’s victims. He had like- wise found out the mode of secret communication with the ovens below, but whether or not to make any further use of that information just then was a ques- T tion.. While he was debating these matters in his mind, he saw that his little ' wax light was expiring. He accordingly produced another from his pocket, and lit it, and during the process of so doing, he made up his mind to risk a descent into the regions below, so far as the iron door. He at first took his light in his i hand to take it with him, but a few moments’ reflection decided him to go in the a dark, and placing it upon a corner of the shelf, as he had done before, he opened the cupboard, at the back of which was the secret door, and soon found himself upon the little staircase. Of course, the object of Sir Richard Blunt was to make what discovery he could, without betraying the fact of his own presence ; and, accordantly with such a design, hastened lightly as foot could fall, so that he was some few minutes in reaching the iron door, which he felt with his left hand, which he kept during his progress outstretched before him. The next object was to get the little wicket open without noise, for he recolleeted that Mrs. Lovett had made a sharp sound by the sudden withdrawal of a bolt that secured it on the side next to the staircase. By carefully feeling over the door, heat last lit upon this bolt, and then, by taking his time over it, he succeeded in drawing it back. without creating the least sound. When this was done, the wicket yielded easily, for it had no other fastening than that bolt, and when it opened, wlich it did towards the stairs, the same dull reddish glare came through the srnajl aperture that he had noticed when Mrs. Lovett was there, but he found what he had not noticed upon that occasion, namely, that when the wicket was removed there were iron bars further securing the opening, so that it was quite clear it was intended to be a thing of strength. When, however, the magistrate found that there was nothing between him and the region of the ovens but this grating, he placed his ear close to it, in order to listen if any one was stirring. After a few moments, he heard a deep groan. Somewhat startled at this sound— foi: it was certainly unexpected—ne tried to pierce with his eyes the obscurity of the place, but the darkness, although not absolute, was of that puzzling character that the more he looked the more all sorts of odd images seemed to be conjured up before his eyes. He began, too, to think that the groan must have been only some accidental sound that he had mistaken, but he was quickly relieved from such an opinon by hearing it again, much more distinctly and unequivocally than it had before sounded upon his ears. There was no possibility of mistaking this groan now ; but while the certainty that a groan it was came upon his ears, he became only the more puzzled to account for it; and this state of feeling in him certainly arose from the difficulty he naturally had in conceiving the possi- bility of any one being upon the premises, and engaged in the service of Mrs. Lovett, unless they were accomplices of that lady. The idea of the captive cook was not at all likely to cross the imagination of any one, and im her revelations upon that head, during her somnambulistic tour, Mrs. Lovett had not been Somerset On ead comicbooks.com