The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 124: what you’re looking at

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THE DISGUISED ONE 101 resided, and which the sexton now recognized as the locality to which he had sought to be directed. “T tell you what,” said the Burker, “let you and me be alone together over this glass of brandy and water that we’re going to have at your place; ‘cos why, don’t you see, I don’t know nothink of your landlord, and it won’t do for a man like me to demean hisself to associate with every- body.” ‘‘ But Mr. Chubb is a parish clerk,’’ exclaimed Jonathan, “and I thought you just now said — ” “ All right, my good friend,’’ interrupted the Burker; “ I don’t fly from my word. Parish clerks is the best fellers in existence, but I happen to know summut of this man Chubb, now that I come into this street and recollect where he lives.” “Why, is he not a respectable person?”’ inquired Mr. Carnabie, in astonishment. ‘‘ Those who recommended me to his lodgings, or who indeed took them for me, I should rather say —”’ ‘“‘ Well, well,’ said the Burker, ‘ he’s respectable enough as far as the world goes. But betwixt you and me and the post,’ added Mr. Barnes, lowering his voice to a confi- dential whisper, ‘“ there isn’t a burial that takes place in Chubb’s churchyard that he don’t make ten or twelve guineas more out of it than he had ought todo. You under- stand me — a nod is as good as a wink — and Chubb is hand and glove with the surgeons.”’ ‘God bless me!” ejaculated old Jonathan, stopping suddenly short; ‘‘ do you mean to say that he is in league with the resurrectionists? ”’ ‘“Nothink more nor less,’’ answered the Burker. ‘‘ But keep your own counsel. It isn’t for me to make mischief; I only tell you this to show why I don’t choose exactly to put my feet under the same mahogany with this feller Chubb.” Old Jonathan Carnabie gave a deep groan of horror, but the Burker hastened to speak a few assuring words, and they continued their way to the front door of Mr. Chubb’s residence. CORnnICLOOKS (C(O)