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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 88 i" ee | wi f. lis sit ee a, aes “i Pt Fea) # will A wee i if Chiffn reflected for a few moments. He had been driving at a particular object: namely, to get as much as he could out of the two persons befure he consigned them to destruction. His rapacity almost prompted him to be more explicit and eager in his demand: but he feared that if he were to display such greediness, a suspicion would be excited in their minds; for they would naturally argue that if he could transact the money-part of the business in the bar-pariour, he could likewise show them the letters in the eame place. He accordingly resolved not to risk the two thousand guineas which he was to receive from Lady Saxondale, by any farther angling for the two hundred that he sought to obtain of his intended victims. “Well then, genelmen,” he said, suddenly rising frozen hts seat, * let’s to business :””—then pretending to look anxiously over the blind of the window between the parlour and the bar, he again tarned wo. 67.—THIRD SERIES towards them, observing in a lower tone. “1 knew they were on the watch. Comme along with me.” Thus speaking, Chiffin took up a candle; and opening the door, led the way towards the stuir-° one Sipall I send the wine and glasses up, Mr. Chiffin P’’ asked old Solomon, by way of giving a complexion of fairness to the present procee:liug. “Yea, you may as well—and some brandy wo, for that matter,” responded the Cannibal. “Oome along, genelmen—this way.” For a moment William Devoril clutched the arm uf the Marquis, and threw apon him a significant look,—not one of actual fear, for our hero was no craven-hearted being—but one full of suspicion as to the integrity of Chiffin’s intentions. This re- moval from one room to another had struck him as being strange. The same idea had occurred to the Marquis himself; and the look which he threw buck an DOO