The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 234: what you’re looking at

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THE DOCTOR’S SECRET 217 “Yes,” observed Maravelli. ‘‘ But that part of the business belonged, as it were, to another adventure.’ ‘And that other adventure? ”’ said Jocelyn, inquiringly. “Be pleased to tell me everything connected with the incidents of that mght. In proportion to your candour shall my liberality be measured.”’ “T can really tell you little enough that is satisfactory on this head,’’ replied Maravelli. ‘‘ But listen attentively, Mr. Loftus. You must know that, being wedded to science, I from time to time purchase any human fish which two or three rogues belonging to the city hook up from the lake. I may add that I possess a sort of agency to supply certain German universities with heads for phrenological study, real heads, you must understand, and not chalk ones, but heads which I embalm according to a valuable secret of my own. Well, Mr. Loftus — But I see you are looking at me with a strange expression.”’ ‘“ Pray pardon me, and proceed,”’ said our hero, who indeed had looked pared on being spoken to relative to those very heads whereof he had seen several specimens in the doctor’s private room during the previous night. “ Well, I merely mentioned those little facts,’’ continued Maravelli, ‘in order to explain how it happens that I have any acquaintance at all with three such villainous ruffians as Kobolt, Hernani, and Walden, for those are the fishers of men to whom I alluded, and they are likewise fellows ever ready to do whatsoever service is well paid, no matter for its nature. These men, then, it appears from what they have since told me during a conversation I had with them, were hired by two English gentlemen named Smith anid Thompson to carry off a couple of ladies from the villa on the very night of which I have been speaking, and that same night, you understand, on which my services were put in requisition. But it would appear that Kobolt and his comrades carried off the wrong females, — indeed, none others than Mrs. Ranger and the very woman having charge of the dead child. Hence the sudden disappearance of Mrs. Ranger when she left me in the garden in the manner I have described. The two Englishmen, it appears, had gone to Lausanne, and there a ludicrous scene took place when the two elderly dames were brought into their presence.”’ ~ But how know you that the other woman taken with CORNICLOOL CS (CO) im