Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 42 of 261
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Sick a ae in | Prison.’ Pree oe 37 rn i he noise had’ cas Ae the Res ears of the master of Fisher’s |] Folly. Before her work was done she heard the - shufiling tread of his slippered feet, and saw his fierce, wrath- — ful old face glaring upon her from the head:of the stairs. _ “What in the fiend’s name are you about, you hag?” he : cried, furiously. “Have you gone mad?” s ie «No, ” said Judith, never pausing in her work, “but your _—vietim’ has. ~’m bad enough, Lord knows, or I’d not be - Peter Fisher; but Pll not stand by and see a murder done, am _ whilst T have hands to help or a voice to cry out.” F, ~The old man rushed forward, his eyes literally blazing with y ae fury. instant and go back to your room!” ea P: “J)yon’t come near me, Mr. Fisher—don’t try to stop me! ag ‘T’ll take this child out of her prison, or I’ll know the reason Be why! Stand back—I’m not afraid of you! Stand back, I pe say, and let me work!” Be, Res He recoiled, absolutely bettered: In all his ten years’ pi oaice of her he had never seen that look on the gaunt _ face of. his housekeeper before. It was dangerous to thwart | her now. She beat down the rusty lock. with one last blow, & ~ and flung the old door wide. BE: “You shall pay for this to-morrow, you beldame! !? he 2. hissed, in impotent rage. she - But she never heeded him. Still grasping her bar in one _ army. of rats. ) . There, face downward on the floor, lay the unhappy vic- s 4 ea the blood oozing from a deep cut in her forehead. ser Se omnes in, Peter Fisher, ” Judith called, “and look at your d The old man advanced, recoiled, bail the color of yel- oa OF ‘cchment at sight of the flowing blood. R m “Good God!” he gasped. “Is she dead?’ ae a ae to be hoped go. Better death than madness. Will 3 ee and | go back down stairs?” = oa. ‘No, no, no! Judith, I never meant to kill her. I didn’t think she ‘would: Why, she has only fainted.” For Judith had raised her in her strong old arms like a | e fea ther ’s weight. — ‘ 5 >A ’ .o bo ‘' * . : : ie housekeeper for ten years to an incarnate devil like you, - ee «py throttle you, you diabolical old hag! Stop that this But Judith raised her formidable bar, with an uniinddnd. ae Tm not often roused, but I’m the more dangerous when I am! — S hands and her hght in os other, she stalked in, searing the © - T leave her here to the rats—they will soon finish their work . “Stance =o phe Lari erimly. ? “Ye our work i is done, aid Pe " sb Comicbooks * id vine "y ‘ ’ a 7 : ' ’ aati - -— - ve ~s a i~ P We » . k : * ‘ vile es _ . é ft «= ae - oS ‘ = “ “ = - ‘ 4 Py ee tie yep ~ - aa © Y . Cr : ¥ \