The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 136: what you’re looking at

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It was evident that being disturbed by the noise at the door, he had got out of bed to ascertain what was the matter—he had huddled on his pantaloons —and he was about to open the door to listen whether all was quiet, or whether there were in- deed anything wrong going on in the house,— when the circumstance of his hand encountering the wire and the key had confirmed his terror and had caused an ejaculation to fall from his lips. There he now lay upon the floor—a corpse, with his forehead battered in [ | “Come, you fool,” said Bab Smedley to her hasband; “ don’t stand like a coward there-———” “No coward, Bab! That feeling is gone,” in- terrupted Jack, whose courage now likewise re- turned, the fear of danger being suddenly passed. “‘ Let’s look after the swag.” | Aye, that’s it,” said the Burker, “ and dispose of the stiff’un arterwards. Well, the job was done neat enough arter all; though I tell you what, Master Jack, no thanks to you if we didn’t make a mess of the whole affair. You and me has done two or three things in otir life-time; but I never fee you get so chicken-hearted afore.” “Tt wasn’t the thing itself I was afraid of,” answered Smedley, by no means relishing these taunts: “it was the fear of having the whole neighbourhood roused.” “ And so you would, if it hadn’t been for me,” rejoined the Burker in a savage tone. “ How- sumever, it’s all over now Ah, and here’s the blunt !”’ : For while the ruffian was gi utterancé to those words, he stooped down and felt in the pockets of the murdered man’s pantaloons. He drew forth two purses; and a hasty examination of the contents showed him that though one con- tained but a trifle of money, the contents of the other amounted to about five hundred pounds. This was an infinitely greater treasure than any of the wretches expected to acquire by their deed of turpitude; and their spirits rose to the highest ‘point of korrible exultation. “ Now let Mrs. Webber come and mop up them ‘boards at vunce,” said the Burker; “or else there'll be marks on ‘em as will tell tales. And “you, Bab, can stop with the lads to get the trap- ‘door up, while me and Jack brings ‘down the ‘stiff’un. e sooner all’s pat to rights the better.” Mrs. Smedley, placing the light upon a chest ‘of drawers, hastily descended the stairs; and in a few minutes the old woman made her appearance m the chamber, with a pail of hot water and 4 flannel. But little blood had flowed on the floor ; and none had reached the varpet, of which thore was only a slip by the dide of tho bed. “The vile 128 woman showed no more feeling than that which a slight shudder expressed, as her first glance was flung upon the corpse; and this arose mere from a swiftly transient sense of recoil from the spectacle of the battered forehead—but certainly not from any compunction at the atrocious deed iteelf.. The floor was soon cleansed with the flannels and thett, as the old woman held the light, the Barker and Jack Smedley, raising the body between them, began to carry it down the atairs. : The scullery was reached; and tow the two lads for the first time looked upon a form whence murder had expelled the breath of life!—for the first time did they behold a corpse which was made so by the black turpitude of assassination! An instant—and only for an instant—did they shrink back from the spectacle: a moment too— and only for a moment—did their minds appear to receive a shock; and then their brutal, savage self-possession was regained: the fierceness of their instincts appe to triumph over any latent glimmering of their better feelings. The Burker contemplated them both from the corners of his eyes: he saw full well what was passing within them; and a devilish expression of satisfaction appeared upon his hideous countenance, as he felt that they were now more than ever botnd fast in the trammels which he had cast around them, and by means of which he rendered them ductile and pliant to all his p of evil. | The table was moved away from the middle of the scullery—the square piece of carpet on which it was wont to stand, was likewise taken up—and a trap-door was raised. Thid trap-door reyealed a considerable aperture: it was the mouth of a pit, } whence a disagreeable earthy sniell came up. Theré were steps leading down into the abyss; and to that depth was the corpse conveyed by Barney the Burker and Jack Smedley. The two women and the two lads stood close by the trap- door, gazing upon the scene which the light of the candle illuminated with a sufficiency to throw out its most hideous and ghastly features. And hor. rible indeed was that scene,—horrible the face of the miscreant Burker, bending over the rigid and blood-stained countenance of the murdered man— that countenance, too, on the upper part of which there &ppeared so frightful a wound! the silence which prevailed.’ “I do believe there is.some one in the passage up-stairs !”” “Nonsense!” growled the Burker: “if all the doors is shut, how car there be any one {n the house? And if there is, we'll sarve him as We've done the stiff’un here.” “ Do be quiet !” whispered Mrs. Smedley with affrighted impatience. “I am certain there are footsteps !” a The womin spoke so ‘confidently that all did now remain perfectly quict, with sispended breath : but no sound met their ears—and Mra. Smedley yielded to the conclusion that it was only fancy on her part. But all of a sudden there was a strange rushing noise in the passage above: the body fell from the Burker’s grasp—and Jack Smedley, who was lower down the steps, Bustaining the feet of the murdered man, fell backward with consider- able violence, the corpse rolling upon him. It was in the bottém of the vault that this horrible (GO) an (C DOO Col