The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 286: what you’re looking at

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ery THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 273 prises; und yhat will you think when I tell you that that knife-grinding fellow which we chucked over into the ditch, was never drowned at all, but is alive and kicking at this moment!” “No—by jingo! is this true?” cried Bencull, turning deadly pale. “ Why, ‘tis enough to hang us all!"—and he put his hand to his throat, as if he already experienced the unpleasant sensation produced by the contact of a halter. “TI can't be hanged for it, at all events,” ex- claimed Daniel Coffin, “seeing that I've got the royal pardon safe and sound in my pocket. But you haven't heard quite all yet: for if you are astonished at what I've already told you, I don't know how you'll feel when I tell you that the knife- grinder and Larry Sampson were one and the same on {” | to convict a chap at the Old Bailey! pieces. “You are either mad or drank, Dan’el: which the devil is it” “ Neither, you fool,” answered the Hangman, with one of his characteristic growls, ‘“ What I tell you is true: and more than that, I have read in the great book sufficient to show me that Larry Sampson is acquainted with the secrets of nearly the whole lot of cross-coves in London.” Bat why doesn’t he take us up by hundreds, and have us hung by twenties at a time?” asked Bencull, gathering courage from the reflection which prompted the query. “Why, don’t you see,” exclaimed Coffin, impa- tiently, “that there’s a wide deal of difference between knowing all these kind of things, and being able to get together the necessary evidence But you do “ Nonsense ejaculated Bencull, half starting | see that Larry is constantly nabbing fellows under from his chair, and chucking down his pipe so | extraordinary circumstances. Look how he ferrets abruptly upon the table that it broke into a dozen | them out—traces their whole proceedings—follows 86* comliclbooks.com