The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 204: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

= - . = . ~ - - —— = = warns —~ > ales >_> = = ms 3 : 4 oP = = ~ - = : St Rig = s = BA eas . age a 9 — ——- - = FLEA aS Rag Tid Seg SES TD EPS ES fe eth a a : Sannnanaspansiilinnaarameaenmimat = a en — = >: oy a a pee " = = a ee ae a — - ens _— —— SS % ~ _ me = oe na tee RE “re. eS ath oe eee nee == & 2 re: By Mai —_—T = SSS SS ee = Same soe = = + = . 3 — i —aewabr = 2 2 > as = = s+ x a = = iat = Sa << = a = = i s —— E en I —————— oir awe > = ——————— = ener’ —= ge ee ewe Sn ahr a es eras SE EE a a ene ee gs 1 ge Sa pte ee oie Soe a Se ‘$ es Re aos ids prem eae elec ortinepmaauentnenancinte 7 -_—_ nw rrr omnes es me ee ARS te ar og 196 SHE STRING OF PEARLS. | “Good bye. Take care of yourself, old friend.” ‘©T means it.” : ‘JT should be indeed afflicted if anything were to happen to you «*Gammon.” . : Sir Richard left him his own pistols, in addition to the pair which he, Crot- chet, always had about him, so that he was certainly well-armed, let what would 33 ® | happen to him in that house of Sweeney Todd’s, which had now become some- ¥; thing more than a mere object of suspicion to the police. Well, they knew Todd’s guilt—it was the mode in which he was guilty only that still remained a mystery. The moment Sir Richard Blunt reached the attic again, he held his arm out at full length from the window, and waved to and fro the little lantern as a signal to the officers in the street that he was safe. This done, he would not return to the room he had hired of the bootmaker, but he resolved to wait about ten minutes longer in case anything should happen in the house below that might sound alarming. After that period of time, he resolved upon leaving for an hour or two, but he, of course, would not do so without apprising his officers of Crotchet’s situation. During the time that had been passed by Crot- chet and Sir Richard Blunt in Sweeney Todd’s house, the shoemaker and his wife had had an adventure which created in their minds abundance of surprise. It will be recollected that the shoemaker’s wife had decided upon what was to be done regarding the new lodger—namely, that under the pretence that a Mr. Jones was a more satisfactory lodger, he was to be asked to be so good as to quit the attic he had so strangely taken. The arrival of Mr. Crotchet with so different a story from that told by Sir Richard Blunt certainly had the effect of engendering many suspicions in the minds of Sir Richard’s new land- lord and landlady. « Well, my dear,” said the shoemaker, ‘‘if you are willing to come up stairs, I will say what you wish to this man, particularly as his pretended friend don’t seem to be coming down stairs again.” ‘‘ Very well, my dear; I’]l take the kitchen poker and follow you, and while I am behind you, if I think he is a pleasant man, you know, and we had better let him stay, I will give you a slight poke.” ‘“A-hem! Thank you—yes.”’ Armed with th poker, the lady of the mansion followed her husband up the | staircase, and perhaps we may fairly say that curiosity was as strong a feeling with her as any Other in the business. To tell the truth, the shoemaker did not half like the job ; but what will a man, who is under proper control at home, not do to keep up the shallow treaty of peace which his compliance produces between him and his better half? Is there anything which a hen-pecked husband dares say he will not do, when the autocrat of his domestic hearth bids him do it? Up—up the long dark staircase they went! Our ancestors, as one of their pieces of wisdom, had a knack of marking steep dark staircases ; and, to tell the truth, there are many modern architects equally ingenious. At length the attic landing was reached. The shoemaker knew the localities of his house better than to make such a mistake as Crotchet had done ; so the old lady, with her feet in the pan of water, was saved such another irruption as had already taken place into her peaceful domains. ““ Now, my dear, knock boldly,’’ said the lady of the mansion. ‘‘ Knock like aman.” ‘ «Yes, my love.” The shoemaker tapped at the door with about the energy of a fly. The soft appeal produced no effect whatever, and the lady growing impatient, then poised the poker, and dealt the door a blow which induced her husband to start aside, ? | lest the lodge r should open it quickly, and rush out in great wrath. All was profoundly still, however ; and then they tried the lock, and found it fast. “ He’s gone to bed,”’ said the shoemaker, “He can’t,’ said the lady, “for there are no sheets on the bed. Besides, they have not both gone to bed. I tell you what itis. There’s some mystery , ae ——_—— — comicbooks.com