When London Sleeps — page 167: what you’re looking at

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

462. A MORNING OF SUNSHINE. “Then there is a guiltier tie between those two than any of us thought,’’ said Carrie, very seriously. ‘“He ought to be wiped out!’ returned Saminy, viciously. ‘‘Here, Carrie,’’? handing her the pocket- book, *‘put them away. They’ll come useful yet.” Carrie accepted the trust, and carefully stowed away the documents with their receptacle in the bosom of her dress. As she finished doing so, a dignified voice saluted them. ‘‘Good-morning, young people. Is Miss Carruthers in??? ‘““Good-morning, Mr. Fuller,’’ prea Carrie, rising. ‘'Yes, Queenie’s in the garden. JI’ll call Ser? And she suited the action to the word. ‘Young man,’’ said the lawyer, tapping Sammy | familiarly on the shoulder, ‘‘do you know anything about the law ?’’ Sammy looked up at him in surprise. “Why, sir, I was once fined five bob for being a teetotaler,’’ he replied, facetiously. Mr. Fuller laughed. ‘‘Because by the clever way you went to work the other night, you’re too artful for a circus performer. You ought to have been a lawyer.’’ Sammy thought he saw a chancé and was about to ask Mr. Fuller if he would not give him an oppor- tunity. But unfortunately for his aspirations, Carrie reappeared, followed by her mother, David and Queenie. | The latter came forward with both hands held out. comicbooks ae 7 . =< er * a” we