In Sight of St. Paul's — page 71: what you’re looking at

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66 A CRUSHING BLOW. Tom, scarlet with anger, raised his clinched fist, aud then, with a powerful effort, dropped it again to his side. ’ ‘Why, you scoundrel,’’ he cried. ‘This is black- mail !”? “Very likely,’’ returned Treacher, coolly. He felt confident that he held the trump card, and he was right, although he was mistaken in some of his prem- ises. ‘‘Scarcely professional term, perhaps, but ex- pressive. Good-by for the present,’’ crossing toward the door. ‘‘Think it over. Chichester, Jr., unless I have five thousand in my hands to-morrow morning, I shall consult Chichester, Sr. Sorry for you, but this is a clear matter of forgery. You know what the consequences of that are. Good-evening!”’ And, congratulating himself that he had attained his object remarkably well, Treacher, with a bow full of ironical courtesy, left the room. Tom, who fully understood now the circumstances of the case, made no effort to prevent him. He was overwhelmed by the blow which had fallen so unex- pectedly and so crushingly. ‘Harry! Harry, his brother, a forger! And this was what that woman’s influence had driven him to! The knowledge of it would kill his father. But, he must never know it. Five thousand pounds asked for hush- money. But that was impossible. What, what was to be done? Gomicbooks (E(0) mi