In Sight of St. Paul's — page 184: what you’re looking at

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THE LAST LINK, 179 toward his trembling father to say what he could to encourage him. But just then the keareataied face of Becky ap- peared at the door. ‘‘If you please, sir,’’ she said, ‘‘there’s a gentle- man to see you, sir.”’ Before Tom could speak there pushed by her a man whose general appearance proclaimed that he was an upper servant of some sort—in other words, a gentleman’s gentleman. ‘““Which one of you is Mr. Thomas Chichester?” he asked. ‘‘T am,’’ replied Tom, stepping forward. ‘“Then, sir,’? extending a crumpled note, ‘‘I was to give you this. ”’ Tom took the paper and opened it. “Lm a prisoner in Gridston’s house at Hiighgate,”” he read aloud. ‘‘ You don’t know me, but [ know you, or, rather, of you. Save metf you can! I know who murdered your brother. fretly Burnsides.’’ The paper fell from ‘T'om’s nerveless fingers. “To you hear that?’’ he cried, excitedly, address- ing Inspector Clarkson. The police official turned to the messenger who had biought the communication. “What do you know of this?’’ he asked, sternly, fixing his piercing eyes upon the man’s face. The man hesitated, and then blurted out: “Eomichboo cS (E(0)