The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 34: what you’re looking at

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MOTHER FRANKLIN 17 Bencull. busy examining his pistols also. The Mushroom Faker arrived at the dark crib last night, and brought his pistols with him, and I heard him say in an undertone to Bencull something about its being very probable that they should soon have more money than they would possibly know what to do with.” ‘But could not you by some means or another secrete yourself in the gallery behind the dark crib and hear what is going on to-night?’’ &“sked Sampson, raising a sort of ob- jection merely to prevent Nell Gibson from thinking that he fell too readily into the snare. “Tf I could, you may depend upon it I would,’ she answered, ‘‘ but it’s impossible. I must get back now as quick as I can to Mother Young’s, and I sha’n’t be able to stir out again all the evening. No, Mr. Sampson, this is a thing that you must take in hand yourself; and remember that when I first came to you, our solemn understanding was that whatever took place between us was not to be communi- cated to a third person. But I must be off now,” she ex- claimed, rising from her seat as she heard a clock in another room striking eight. ‘“ But I have not yet given you any portion of the reward that you stipulated for,’’ observed Sampson. ‘““T will come for it when the business is over,’’ said Nell Gibson. “ Besides, the best and most welcome reward that I can have is to revenge myself for the ill-treatment of the Buttoner, the insulting taunts of the Hangman, because I refused to submit to his wishes, and the coarse brutality of that detestable Bencull. In fact, Mr. Sampson, as I have told you before, I have a thousand wrongs to avenge against those villains, and now is the time.”’ ““ Yes, there shall be ample revenge for you, Miss Gibson,”’ observed Larry. ‘‘ Whatever these fellows plot and plan to-night shall send them all to the scaffold. But what time will they be assembled in their ruffian conclave? ”’ ‘At about eleven o’clock,’” returned Nell. ‘If you secrete yourself in the gallery at that hour, it will be ample time.”’ | “And you are certain that there is no danger of any of the fellows going out into that gallery? ” “Not a bit of it,’’ responded Nell Gibson. ‘“‘ You will not incur the slightest peril.”’ Cconnicloooks (C(O)