The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 397: what you’re looking at

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350 REYNOLDS’ WORKS your hands. As a matter of course, if I were able, I should frustrate your designs, but I repeat, I am powerless, and therefore I am making the best of the matter and effecting a compromise with you.” | “Go on, then, with the directions which you were going to give,” said Chiffin, “ for there has already been enough time wasted.” “You must issue forth by that door,” said Lady Saxon- dale, pointing to one at the farther extremity from that by which the burglars had entered the room; “ you will then find yourself upon a landing with a staircase before you. Ascend that staircase, and the first door on the right hand opens into my private chamber. This key,’’ continued Lady Saxondale, indicating one upon a bunch of five or six, ‘“ opens a chest of drawers in that chamber, and in the second drawer from the top you will find the money of which I have spoken, lying loose in one corner. I have nothing more to say.” All the while she was thus speaking, Chiffin the Cannibal fixed his eyes keenly upon Lady Saxondale’s countenance; but he saw nothing therein to confirm the suspicions which ) had been excited in his mind. He therefore resolved to- run the risk of the adventure, for though he had appeared to grumble at what he pretended to regard as the small amount of money which was forthcoming; he was secretly pleased at the idea of obtaining such a sum, inasmuch as a booty in the shape of ready cash rendered him independent of old Solomon Patch; and moreover it was a very dangerous experiment to pass through the streets of London with a large quantity of plate in the possession of a suspicious-look- ing individual. ‘““T suppose there’s no hght where I am going,” he ob- served, ‘‘ and therefore I’d better take one of them wax candles.” “Yes, you had better,’’ returned Lady Saxondale. ‘“ But I say, though,” observed Chiffin, again hesitating as a sudden idea struck him, “‘ suppose any of your ladyship’s maids was about, which is more than likely, as you yourself are sitting up —”’ ‘“] dismissed them to their chambers long ago,” returned Lady Saxondale, “‘ and I do not think you ineur the slightest risk of encountering a soul.” ~- Gomicbookssco