Penny Dreadfuls, 1844 · page 369 of 399
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288 THE STEAM PACKET, or to put implicit faith in the circumstance as related to pin. ‘Do you know where your master is, Tom ?”’ ite “No, sir—unless he’s in the coffee-room, or gone down on 1 the pier —Or: iy ‘“¢ Or in prison, Tom ?” bata Mr. Pifpaf, seriously. “Prison, sir—prison:!”. ejaculated Tom. “ Le here goes arid ft, him !” Mr. Gibbins had already gained the hotel portals, ih the Chair- | man of the Luminaries called bim back in a tone so authoritative that c he dared not Bene. it. ** Yes, Tom,” said Mr. Pifpaf, in a whisper, ‘“‘ your master is vacate * for debt. I can’t pay him out—at all events not just now—I should not be justified in doing so after all that has occurred. But hemusn’t want, Tom-——he musn’t want. Poor fellow—he’s punished enough. Give him—give him this bank note: tell him you picked it up in the streets—or peuowed it—or—or stole it; but nee t let him Mame ‘it | comes from me.” *, With these words Mr. Pifpaf placed a ten pound Bank of England | note in the hands of Tom Gibbins, and hurried away to the coffee- room, leaving Captain Pentonville’s valet perfectly astounded by the news he had heard, and the handsome treatment which followed shi announcement thereof. | hm w= 2. CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH THE TIDE OF EVENTS TAKES A SUDDEN AND MOST IMPORTANT TURN, _ CAprain PENTONVILLE proceeded with his escort to the prison, which was a large gloomy building, with two walls, one inside the other, so that in the narrow passage between them sentinels might patrol up and down, to prevent the escape of the prisoners. The captain was first shown into the gaoler’s room, where the bailiff sate down to draw upa proces-verbal, or account of the transaction, the Juge de Paix having taken his leave at the prison door. The bailiff’s followers were also introduced into the gaoler’s apartment; and, after a little ““hem-ing” and “ha-ing,”’ they requested permission to be allowed to drink the gentleman’s health, as if they had done him an especial favour by conducting him to his present quarters. The captain threw them a five franc piece, and then sate down in a melancholy mood, to ponder upon his fallen condition. , Gomicbook: