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OF LONDON. 371 I have not told you anything, but I have permit- ted yeu to guess; that is alsoa mark of confi- dencs I so feel it, my lord, and I expect that. yon will take me useful to you. You have not long to wait for that, Bembo. I snow charge you to have all tho lards of the night esiembled this very evening at Whitechapel, I shall bs there in two hours, and they must be there to mest me. You shall find them there, my lord. Adieu, then, till this evening, said Rio Santo, springing out of the carriage and turning the corner of Finch lane, to get into the narrow alley, .in which was-situated the entrance to the ware- house of Edward and Co. 3 The carriage remained standing before the ahop of Falkstone, the jeweller. Bembo got out af it and took a cab There was no light in the warehouse of Edward and Co., the shutters of which were hermetically closed ; it Ereb, a little black boy, who had de- scended from the seat behind the carriage at the same time Rio Santo had alighted, drew a key from his bosom and epened the door. Go and strike upon the gong in the centre room, said Rio Santo, as he was entering the house. ' How many strokes ? Only one. The gong had hardly ceased vibrating, when one of the six doors was opened, and Fanny Ber- ae tram entered the room, Rego Fanny held in her hand a casket inlaid with . ite Tey comichooks.com