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THE MYSTERIES OF THE OOURT. tective, looking significantly at the goldbeater’s wife, who was pale with terror. “Tt is enough to startle anybody,” she ob- served, once more by a mighty effort recovering her self-possession. “It’s the presence of you strangers that frightens tho poorcreature. As for the trap-door here, it only covers a well id “With steps to it,” said the detective, with an ironical smile. “Yes—with steps down toa certain distance: they are all broken at the bottom—and if you don’t mind——”’ “You think we shall be drowned? It’s a very curious earthy smell for water to send up; and what’s more,” added the detective, holding the candle over the opening, “ I can’t catch the reflec- tion of any water at all.” Bab felt convinced it was all up with the Barker; and she inwardly trembled on account of herself; for her arrest must necessarily follow, if No. 59.—FOURTH SERIES, Hi | 1 Hi oe a { \ \ , ; “ ‘) - 1 : AT \ S i} L} \ i 1 i = 2 al. 7 1 / \ 4," : it * 1. 1% a <= = a Deen only for the reason that she was harbouring a criminal on whose head a reward was set. She thought of escape: but how could she effect it? There was a man in the passage up-stairs; and she had been told that the back part of the pre- mises was watched by other officers. “ Now, Tom, hold the light,” said the tall detec- tive; “anc keep an eye——” He did not finish the sentence—but nodded sig- nificantly; and his sedate, quiet-looking, but not the less resolute subordinate comprehended that the allusion bore reference to Mrs. Smedley. Drawing forth a pair of pistols, the detective be- gan to descend the stone stepe of the subterranean —while his man held the candle conveniently at the mouth: and the former said in a stern deci- sive tone, “ Now, Mr. Smedley, we know you are here! You had better surrender yourself; for if you attempt any resistance, you will perhaps get la bullet through the head.” co Lf G OVO) (CO Lf