The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 326: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XCVII. SIR RICHARD BLUNT’S SUBTERRANEAN EXPEDITION. While Todd is thus waiting anxiously for the arrival of his old ally in iniquity, but who now he considered to be his most deadly foe, and his worst possible hindrance to carry out his deeply—by far too deeply—laid schemes, we shall have time to take a peep at some proceedings of Sir Richard Blunt, which are rather entertaining, and decidedly important. Johanna had not been long gone from the fruiterer’s shop, before Sir Richard said to the fruiterer— “If you are ready we will go now to the church at once. I have left quite a sufficient guard over the safety of Miss Oakley, and besides this affair will not take us, I daresay, above a couple of hours.” “Not so long I think,” replied the fruiterer. “I am quite ready, and no doubt your men are in the church by this time. They are apt to be punctual.” “They would not suit me for long if they were not,” replied Sir Richard. “Punctuality is the one grand principal which is the hinge of all my business, and the secret of by far the larger portion of my success.” They walked rapidly up Fleet Street together, until they came opposite to St. Dunstan’s Church, and then they crossed the road and tapped lightly at a little wicket in the great door of the building. The wicket was immediately opened by a man who touched his hat to Sir Richard. “All right?” asked the magistrate, “and every one here?” “Yes, sir. Every one.” “That will do then. Be sure you fasten the door in the inside, so that that troublesome beadle, if he should be smitten with a desire to visit the church, cannot get in; and if he should come and be troublesome, take him into custody at once, and shut him him up anywhere that may keep him out of harm’s way for the next twelve hours or so.” “Yes, sir.” This man, whose business it evidently was to stay by the door, carefully fastened it, and Sir Richard Blunt with his friend from Fleet Street advanced into the body of the church. He had not gone far before a pew opened, and six persons came out. One of these was a well-dressed elderly man, who said, as the magistrate approached him— “T have made all the necessary observations, Sir Richard, and am quite easy and confident that I can direct your men how to excavate directly to Todd’s house.” “Thank you Sir Christopher,” said the magistrate. “I am very much indebted to you for the trouble you have taken in this affair, which I think is now near its climax.” “T hope so, Sir Richard. This way, if you please.” The whole party now proceeded to the same slab of stone which the magistrate had had before removed, for the purpose of making his inquiries below the surface of the earth. The slab was standing on its edge against a column of the nearest aisle, and the deep dark opening to the vaults was before them. “There is but little foul air,” said Sir Christopher. “The stone has been off they tell me many hours. Shall I go first, or will you, Sir Richard?” “Allow me,” said the magistrate, “should there be any risks, it is my duty first to encounter them.” “As you please, Sir Richard. As you please, sir. I willingly give place to you, because I know, if there be any difficulty, how much better calculated you are than any one here to overcome it.” The magistrate made a slight bow to the compliment, and then taking a link® in his hand, he descended the stairs leading to the vaults of St. Dunstan’s. It will be well recollected that he had been in those vaults before, and that he had made certain discoveries, which to a vast extent implicated Mrs. Lovett in the crimes of Sweeney Todd; but his object upon this present visit was of a different character. In plain language, this was an attempt to ascertain if there were any underground modes of communication between Todd’s house, and the vaults of old St. Dunstan’s church. That there were some such subterraneous passages had become, after the most mature consideration, a firm conviction upon the mind of Sir Richard Blunt, and hence he had resolved upon such an exploration of the spot as should confirm or dispel the idea for ever. Those whom he had with him, were all persons upon whom he could thoroughly depend; and the ancient architect, who had given his services, was to point out the exact direction in which to proceed. Upon reaching the foot of the stone steps, instead of traversing the passage that led in the direction of Bell Yard, which he had formerly done, Sir Richard turned directly the other way, saying as he did so— “This, I presume, will be our direction?” “We shall see in a moment,” said the architect. “I have taken the bearings so exactly, that I can point out to you the precise course.” He forced into the ground to a sufficient depth to make it stand steady, his walking stick, and then removing a little gold cap from the top of it, he disclosed a small compass, which after some oscillations, steadied itself. “Then,” said Sir Christopher, “through that wall would lead in a direct line to Todd’s house.” CORniclooo S CO)