The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 244: what you’re looking at

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silence.” “Certainly—certainly. We will only be silent spectators.” “Tt is better, I think,” added Sir Richard Blunt, “to allow me to carry on the whole of the conversation that is to ensue; and at the same time, any of you gentlemen can suggest to me a question to ask, and I will at once put it to the man we come to speak to.” “That will do, Sir Richard, that will do.” The magistrate now hurried on as though those savoury steams that scented the air from the bakehouse of Mrs. Lovett’s pies were to him more disagreeable than the horrible smell in the vaults that made everybody shake again. In a few minutes he arrived at a room, for it could not be called a vault. It had a floor of rough stone flags, which seemed as though they had originally belonged to some of the vaults, and had been pulled up and carried to this place to make a rude flooring. There was nothing very remarkable about the walls of this place, save at one part, and there there was evidently a door, across which was placed a heavy iron bar. “Tt is through there,” said Sir Richard. “But—but you do not intend to open it?” “Certainly not. There is a small crevice through which there will be no difficulty in maintaining a conversation with the imprisoned cook, if I can only make him hear me from this spot.” Q9OO0GOOO CORniclooo SS SO)