The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 132: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 133 “No I ain’t,” replied the ruffian; “I’ve only stunned him. We must cage him for a short time.” *¢ [ll have no hand in it.” “You must, or I call the police, and accuse you of an attempt upon his life. The proofs of the former murder committed by you are in your hands.” “Anything,” groaned the wretch, “ Do with me what you please.” ‘‘T knew you’d be reasonable,” said the landlord, with a sneer. “ But come, first convey the wounded bird to its cage, and then to examine the papers.” Raising the body of the unfortunate weaver between them, they conveyed it to the inner recess of the cellar, from which a door, artfully concealed behind Flin’s bed, conducted to a low, damp vault, entered only by a ladder. ‘¢ He will take no harm there,” observed the ruffian, as he closed the door. ‘ The cool air will revive him. Now then for the papers.” : COniiclooecl SS (SO