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246 THE MYSTERIES OF THE OOURT. the sphere of crime. No wonder that the re- and hardened ruffian with horror and dismay— so unexpected was the ominous ap- peared to be its presence there! But not long lasted the impression thus made upon the mind of the Cannibal. “ I¢ is but a dead’un,” he muttered to himself: ahd picking up his club, he flung his rapid looks around to assure himself that ing moved—no The man thus disposed of, was in reality a keeper whom Dr. Ferney had hired in the course of that day, soon after his interview with Lady He new advanced close up to the case which and he surveyed the sorpee of Halph Ferefield with short ere he would meet that other who had gone to the world beyond the grave upwards of nineteen years back ! It was with a sort of desperate effort that the Cannibal tore himself away: but as he reached the door, he could not help looking over his shoul- der to assure himself that Ralph Farefield was not first of the suite constituting the anatomical mu- seum—Chiffin drew forth a flask from his pocket, and poured a copious draught of brandy down his throat. It appeared to do him good: or, in other words, it revived all the hardihood of the finished ruffian. Now he was once more equal to the task which he had in hand. “But who are you?’ imguired Edmund, recovering just a sufficiency of courage the seal which horror and diamay had in instance set upon his lips: for as well to remind the reader that gs ahs 3 : z : again, | é Bat now if suddenly struck him that the altered ts of that part of the doctor's dwelling must have been effected for the reception of luna- tic patients; and he naturally judged that the apegiments assigned to them would look towards the rear of the premises, 00 that the iron bars at the windows should not afford an unsightly spec- tacle in the street-front. Guided by this conjeo- ture, Chiffin proceeded to try one of the newly constructed doors. It opened: he pesped in— and at the same instant a man, who was lying in a bed there, started up. The light of the lan- tern streamed full upon his features; and Chiffin at once saw that it was not the countenance of Lord Saxondale. Quick as thought did the ruf- fieafs club descend upon the head of the man thus startied from his sleep; and the stunning blow arrested the cry of alarm which was about to burst Up, Tuck — pat on your toggery—and let's be hope suddenly springing up in his soul. “You will see, my lord, it’s so possible that a post chaise-and-four is waiting for you in the Square. Jump up, I say, and look sharp.” “ But the keeper P” “ He's all right :”—and the Cannibel displayed “You—you—bave not mur—mur—murdesed COMMUC DOO CS (COL