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@ @ © amet ew 90 Bri 2S aD THR MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. was steeled against all pity and all remorse, they spoke in hushed voices and with a cold shuddering. “Now I’m ready,” observed the knife-grinder, having drained the glass which Jack Ketch pre- sented to him: and, grasping the club, he fixed his hat with an air of resolution upon ‘his head, and was preparing to leave the room when a sudden thought struck him. * You must lend me the light,” he said, taking up the only one that was left burning on the table. “ No—don’t leave us in the dark,” cried one of the women, a ghastly pallor instantaneonsly super- seding the flush of drinking. “ Coward—fool !” hissed from the lips of Nell Gibson, as her eyes glared like. those of a tiger-cat upon the young woman: then turning towards the knife-grinder, she said, “There's no neceasity to take this candle, because I lef% one burning in the lady's room.” “Very good,” observed Tibby Blades. “ Now don’t move or make a noise till I come back. I ahan’t be many minutes absent,” he added with a look of ominous significancy. He then quitted the room, closing the door behind him. nd ‘Gently he crept along the short passage: but though he walked as if treading upon ice too thin to bear him, the crazy boards creaked beneath his feet. He groped for the latch of the door opening into the front chamber: he found it—raised it cau- tiously—and entered the room. The candle was still burning upon a little round table in the middie —and the young lady was lying stretched in pro- found slumber upon the bed. = - But the knife-grinder did not waste a moment in contemplating her. He closed the door—and put a chair slanting-wise against it eo as to secure it from being opened unless by great force: for there was no lock or fastening of any kind save the mere latch. He then cautiously raised the window and examined the shutter. A single bolt held it; and it opened like a-door on the outside of the casement. Leaving the shutter still closed, but the window open, Tibby Blades approached the bed and shook the young lady by the shoulder. She opened her eyes; and starting up, was about to give vent to a scream. But the knife-grinder instantaneously said, “For God's sake, be still!” in so hurried yet deep and impressive a manner, that the sound died upon her lips—and her terror showed itself in a wild gaze. “Young lady, I am your friend—don’t mind my appearance—for I’m only. poor tinker,” were the hasty words which he now whispered in her ears. “You are in a dreadfal place—and you must get up and escape without a moment's delay.” The young lady sate up on the bed and still gazed wildly upon the knife-grinder, as if a terrible consternation were upun her. “ Here—take your jewelsa—put on your things— and be off—for God’s sake be off!” said the man, in so earnest and imploring a tone that the young creature was instantaneously awakened as it were to a sense of some frightful peril and to the neces- sity of energetic action. Trembling, however, from head to foot, and with chatterimg teeth, she huddled on her clothes and thrust ber purse and jewels into her pocket. The knife-grinder opened the shutter as gently as he could, and helped her out into the street. But at that instant the rush of footsteps in the passage fell on his ears—and at the moment he was pre- paring to follow her through the window, the chamber-door was broken in. He sprang after her into the street: but he stambled—fell heavily with his head against a stono—and was stunned. In another instant the Hangman, who bounded after him through the window, was kneeling upon him, keeping him down—while Nell Gibeon and some others of the gang opened the front-door and rushed in pursuit of the young lady. Away she sped along the street, terror giving wings to her feot, but paralysing her tongue. She heard the pursuers—and yet she could not cry out for assistance. Fortunately for her, a number of men belonging to one of the wharves on Bermond- sey Walk were just going to their work at an hour unusually early, on account-of some lighter that was to be loaded for the next tide;—and the young lady, perceiving by the glimmering of dawn which was now breaking, that they were honest- looking fellows, at once appealed to them for pro- tection. Nell Gibeon and her accomplices, observing the turn which the adventure had thus taken, hurried back to the dark crib, into w the Hangman and Bencull had in the meantime borne the still sense- less knife-grinder. The shutter was speedily closed again—the street-door secured—and thus, in a few minutes, the dreadful house once more presented a tranguil though gloomy and sombre exterior to the view. , _ In a hurried and incoherent manner, the young Jady told the wharfingers how she had been enticed to nome had place close by—how she had been warned of danger and assisted to escape by some friendly-disposed person—and how this person in endeavouring to follow her, had fallen and been secured by the inmates of the dwelling. The working-men, compassionating the afflicted young creatare, offered to escort her to a safer neigh- bourhood: bat they were tod much accustoined to hear of broils and disturbances in Jacob’s leland to think it worth their while to mix themselves ap any farther in the matter. Two of them accord- ingly set off to conduet her away from that vicinage —and the others proceeded to their work. But in the meantime what had happened inside the dark crib? The knife-grinder, still stanned and senseless from the effects of his fall, had been borne into the dwelling and carried to that back room where the night’s orgie had taken place. The villains laid him upon the floor, and in hurried manner delibe- rated upon the course that they should pursue. That he was either a traitor or a coward they felt convinced ; and in either case there was every rea- son to apprehend that he would betray them. He had heard enough of their proceedings and their plans, even setting aside their intention to murder the young lady, to consign them all to prison and sénd them out as transports from the country ;— and so desperate a set of miscreants were not likely to hesitate long how to dispose of so danger- éus an individual. They therefore resolved to make away with him; and as he was already in a state of insensibility, this course could be carried out with but little vielence and no noise. All present being agrecd upon the paint, the CONNEC MOO S COTM