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grrr er YS S THE MYSTERIES. 166 ' “Damnation! roared the Magsman, flinging himself on the ground, and bestowing three or four kicks of savage ferocity on the constables by whom he was environed. But they speedily mastered him; and he was borne to a hackney-coach, which was waiting in an adjacent street, and in which the Big Beggarman and Briggs were already securely deposited. Mobbs and two other constables entered the ve- aicle ; and the prisoners received a very plain and un- ecremonious intimation from the official first named, that the slightest attempt at resistance or escape would be followed by the blowing out of the offen- der’a brains. The Magsman, Briggs, and the Beggarman ented their rage in aullen oaths; and the coach drove rapidly away towards Clerkenwell Prison. We must now retarn to the Gallows’ Widow, Ramsey, and Martin, whom we left at the house in Thacker’s Coart. Soarcely had the front-door closed behind the expeditionary party, when a feeling of uneasiness began to creep over the Magsman’s mistress. A sort of presentiment appeared to tell her that her friends were betrayed. Julia’s conduct recurred to her miud, accompanied with suspicions which every instant grew stronger; and yet she endea- voured to wrestle against them, and persuade her- eelf that these fears were only imaginary. * You appear uneasy,” said Ramsey and Martin, ooth giving utterance to the same observation at the same moment; and they surveyed her with all the acute-suspense inseparable from a conscious- ness of guilt. “J don't like this business at all,” answered the Gallows’ Widow. “I wish we had never undertaken «. Why couldn’t you have managed your own affairs without coming to us?” she demanded in a savage tone, a sinister light flashing in her eyes. “Now don’t be angry, my dear young woman,” eald Ramsey, who, as well as his partner, had caught the infection of her augmenting terrors. “But tell us what you fear ?—what is there to ap- prehend ?” he demanded hurriedly. “ Julia Lightfoot’s manner haunts me,” answered the Gallows’ Widow, with a vehemence quite un- usual on her part. “ But I will just follow them a little distance—I dare say that my fears are ground- leas ——-nevertheless ——” “We will go with you,” sald Ramsey, trembling at the idea of being thus left in a house which treachery might invade with constables at any mo- ment. “And I also,” exclaimed Martin. © Have you any weapons ” _ “None,” responded the Gallows’ Widow. “Bat you can do no good, and will only draw attention to me if there’s any foul play going on in the street. Stay here—I command you,” she exclaimed, with as much imperiousness as if she were a queen dictating to the servile courtiers who are cover ceady go kiss the toe of Royalty. * Well—vwe will stay, then,” said Martin, in order to prepitiate the woman of whom he began to be afraid. “If there’s any treachery intended, it will be executed clove by,” observed the Gallows’ Widow, now resuming her natarally mild and subdued tone: “for the Bow Street runners would as soon do ghetr work in this neighbourhood as by enticing our friends over into the Borough. I shall not therefore go far—and I hope to retarn in a few minutes.” With thege words, she quitted the house. Along the court hastened the Gallows’ Widow: she emerged into the street—strained her eyes to penetrate the darkness as she looked up and down —and, perceiving nothing to alarm her, harried on in the same direction which her friends had taken five minutes previously. All was quiet: for, in truth, the short hut ener- getic struggle between the three miscreants and the constables was already over, and they were by this time safe in the hackney-ocoach, as ere now stated. — Suddenly the sounds of light footsteps approach- ing, fell on the ears of the Gallows’ Widow. She stood up in the dark shade of a door-way—and a female passed hurriedly by. It was Julia, who, having watched froni a little distance the success of the constables and the discomfiture of the three villains, was retracing her way up the street to endeavour to find where Grumley’s corps, with her husband and Sir Richard Stamford, was con- cealed. The keen eyes of the Gallows’ Widow instantly recognised the young woman, who in a moment felt a hand clutch her by the shoulder. “Where are you going?” demanded the former in a resolute voice. So completely unexpected was the appearance of the Gallows’ Widow, and so abrupt was this ques- tion, that Julia was now really confused and em- barrassed ; and her tongue clave to the roof of her mouth. “What has happened ?—why are you alone ?— speak I” exclaimed the woman, whose desperate character, in spite of her reserved mauners and habitually subdued tone, was no secret to Mra. Page. “You have no right to question me,” respondod the latter; and, bursting away, she flew along the street—the Gallows’ Widow pursuing her with an equal agility. The entrance of the court was gained: but Julia was passing it rapidly by, when the Gallows’ Widow succeeded in overtaking her. “ Now you shall answer me—or I will dash your brains out against the wall!” cried the infuriate woman, flinging herself upon Julia with the rage and force of a tigress. The violence of the assault, which Mrs. Page tarned round to resist, brought them both to the ground; but at the same moment the trampling of many feet were heard—and in another instant Grumley’s detachment, headed by this official him- acif, appeared upon the spot. “ What the devil’s all this ?” ejaculated Mr. Page, recognising his wife by her volce—for it was too dark to catch a glimpse of her features—and Julia was orying for help. “Wretch!” shrieked the Gallows’ Widow, dash- ing the young woman’s head upon the pavement; then, suddenly starting up, she bounded away, leaving her shawl in the hands of Grumley who had fixed his iron grasp upon her. Two of the constables rushed off in full pursuit , while Mr. Page raised his wife, who, though for a few moments partially stunned by the blow whicn she had received, soon recovered her seuses. COMICOOOKS.COn