The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 94: what you’re looking at

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JACOB'S ISLAND. testing the gold by means of a chemical fluid, and marking upor a slip of paper the prices at which he proposed to purchase the jewels. But when Tibby Blades lifted the trap-door, old Jeremy flung his handkerchief over the articles— wot because he feared an intruder, but through a habit of precaution that was natural to him, CHAPTER XXIII. JHE DARK CRIB. ‘Atmost immediately after the knife-grinder had ascended the ladder to the room above, another knock was heard at the street door of the house: and the landlord hastened to answer the summons, #Who’s there ?” he demanded. ae Og,” was the immediate response : 1 ; and the words were followed by a low and peca- liar whistle. * All right,” said Bencull in a satisfactory tone s and opening the door, the Hangman entered the lace. “ Well, Dan’el, how are you to-night” inquired the landlord. “Oh! hearty asa buck. Any company” “Yos—a few. But walk in.” Then, having secured the door, Bencull lighted the way into the back room, where Daniel Coffin the Hangman was received with an enthusiastic welcome on the part of the men and women assem- bled there. Indeed, as he stood in the middle of the room with his hat perched somewhat jauntily upon his head,—and as he surveyed the company to see who were present, and tapped his leg with a stick which he carried in his hand,—he seemed to all intents and pucposes a fitting hero for the wor- ship of such a group. comliclbooks.com