The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 204: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVII THE LAWYERS It was a rather dark night, for there was no moon, and the clouds that were flitting over the face of heaven, borne on the wings of a somewhat strong breeze, obscured the beams of the twinkling stars. The lamps of Mr. Marlow’s carriage were, however, lighted, and rapidly was the vehicle proceeding along the Tottenham Road, driven by the treacherous coachman through whose agency the contem- plated robbery had been suggested. The carriage was of that kind which in a former instance we have already described as a brougham; it therefore had no footman either standing or seated behind, the coachman being the only servant attached to it. Inside, Mr. Marlow and Mr. Malton were lounging com- fortably back, conversing upon the gaieties which they had so recently quitted at Saxondale House, and intermingling their discourse with a few business remarks relative to the various matters which their extensive office had to conduct. For the firm of Marlow and Malton was one of the most eminent as well as the wealthiest in London, all their busi- ness being chiefly with clients belonging to the highest orders of society. The equipage had just crossed the canal bridge, and was proceeding at a slower pace down the somewhat steep slope which the road takes in the direction of Tottenham, when the two lawyers were suddenly startled by the quick tramp- ling of a horse galloping up to the side of the carriage, and a peremptory command to the coachman to stop. At the same instant they saw a fellow with a huge club bound from the side of the road and spring up on the box, where, seizing upon the coachman, he warned him with terrible threats 187 -— COMMICIOOO© Ss (CO)