The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 164: what you’re looking at

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“Tam afraid, my lord,” whispered the Inspec- tor, “that if your Grace expects any display of gratitude on that account, you will be disap- pointed: for he is one of the most diabolical | scoundrels as yet unbung.” ©“ We can but try,” responded Marchmont. “I | suppose he is chainéd rf” “ He is only manacled, my lord: he has got handcuffs upon him; and these we consider sufli- cient to ensure his safe custody—especially when your Graco is informed that the cells are of con- siderable strength.” Having thus epoken, the Inspector unlocked the — door of the cell; and as he flung the light of the bull’s-eye inside, the Burker was discovered sitting upon the wooden bench and reclining back in the | gogle of the walls. Ie still retained his disguise —with the exception of the wig, which had been taken off before he stood in the dock in the police- court: but the long grey beard and moustache No, 72.—FovunTH S£E1z4. THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. any of you “chaps coming to water to get off this cursed beard ? I know as i ree z . te Sy | rt "ey z rr) Perre ej i oe Fs ¥ Oo rig aE continued affixed to the lower part of his counte- nance. " * Well, I say,” growled the Burker, not imme- wz the Duke of Marchmort, “ are me some hot how my face isn’t a werry ‘ansome one: but that’s no reason why I should have to peel off all tho akin , and leave my chin as raw as a bit of bullock’s liver.” “T will see that you have water presently,” the Inspector: “it has no doubt been forgotten in the hurry of businsss. Here's a gentleman who wishes to speak to you.” “A genelman?”’ exclaimed the Burker. “ Who the devil——” “Lend me the lantern, Mr. Inspector, if you please,” said the Duke, purposely speaking deli- berately eo that his voice might be recognised by the Burker,—who, his Grace knew full well, would we i co 153 Ln G OVO) (CO Ln