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CHAPTER XXXII A SCENE ON THE THAMES ON gaining a room on the first floor, Carrotty Poll set down the light on a table; and, looking her father full in the face, she observed, in a low and sinister tone, ‘“* What do you mean to do with this swell cove? ”’ ‘“ Now, look here, my gal,’’ was the answer, unhesitatingly given, “the genelman has got five hundred golden boys about him, and them golden boys we mean to have — eh?”’ “ That’s certain,’ responded Carrotty Poll, her counte- nance glowing with delight up to the very verge of her flaming and disordered hair. ‘“ Well, and a murder is to be done in order to get the money — eh?”’ continued the bloated ruffian. “True again; but do go on, or he’ll get tired of waiting and begin to suspect something,’’ exclaimed Poll, with vixen- ish sharpness. ‘* A murder must be committed, you say? ”’ “To be sure. And what does it matter to us which is put out, of the way, this Ramsey or that baronet? Besides, it ain’t worth while going all the way to Aylesbury to knock a fellow on the head for the purpose of getting five hundred culneas, when it can be done close by, on the river.”’ ‘ I understand you, father,” said the young woman. “ But you and me can’t do it alone. Some one must scull the boat.” ~ “The Kinchin-Grand is in the public-room,” answered the Big Beggarman; “ and he shall come along with us.” “What! a mere boy, a youth of sixteen or seventeen? ”’ ejaculated Carrotty Poll. “ He’s a desperate fellow, and I know he’ll serve our purpose,’ was the impatient response. ‘‘ Come, give me my hat and rough coat, and put a pair of pistols in the pockets,” he added, in a gruff whisper. 317 COnnuicloookSs (Cc)