The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 97: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 95 he phial close to the lint, but before moistening t with the contents of the bottle, he gaveanother ook towards Stephen. It was sucha look that Wack’s heart leapt within him. Stephen did not move. The doctor gave an imperious and com- anding gesture—Rowley let fall a drop of the Hcontents of the phial upoenthe lint. At thismo- Ment Stephen began to move. Rowley trembled and turned pale. Instead of placing the lint pon the wound, he let it fail upon the floor and overed it with hig foot. The dreadful suspicions whieh had been for some seconds increasing in he mind of Jack, now burst into seeming cer- tainty. He looked around him for some weapon, and perceiving a Scotch dirk hangizg against the wall, he seized hold of it, pushed open the door, ying: | You donot see, Mr. Stephen, what has been going on here ! exclaimed Jack. | Silence! cried Rowley, with vehement gesticu- lation, and pointing toward the wounded man. | Silence. yourself, replied Jack :—miserable as sassin—TI was there—Il saw everything, | Rowley instinctivelymade a step towards the door. 5 Is that man mad? said the Physician. addrestue himself to Stephen. Order him to leave the room, or I will no longer answer for the life of the hon- }ourable Frank Percival, Stephen had got up. He looked first at Jack, and then at Rowley, who had sn crer in re- covering his self possession. Hold your tongue, Jack, said te: at length ; fe BS cm : comicbookszcom