The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 208: what you’re looking at

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THE PASTILLES 185 But at this moment he felt a tap upon his shoulder, and turning around with a start that made his unsold pastilles dance upon the tray, he beheld Jonathan Carnabie again. The Burker could scarcely restrain himself from knocking the old man down and then taking to his heels, but a glance toward the end of the street showed him that several persons were passing, and he dared not thus rashly thrust his head into the lion’s mouth. It struck him that there was some- thing singular in the old sexton’s look, and then, too, this third visit naturally filled the Burker’s guilty mind with misgivings. ‘IT want a few more pastilles,” said Jonathan. ‘ They seem so good, and you are such a worthy man.” “ Cuss his eyes! ”’ growled the Burker, who had the greatest difficulty in containing himself. ‘What did you say?”’ asked Carnabie, looking up into the pretended Jew’s countenance; and now — being already prepared to view him with suspicion, from all that Jack Smedley had said — Jonathan was at once struck with the peculiar expression of the Burker’s eyes, so that he could not prevent himself from starting as the idea of the villain’s identity flashed to his mind. At that very instant a couple of policemen burst round the corner of a diverging street which was close by, and the Burker was seized upon at the moment that he beheld his recognition on the part of the old sexton. “At last we have got you,” exclaimed one of the con- stables, with his staff in readiness to knock the miscreant down if he attempted resistance. Barney struggled desperately, giving vent at the same time to terrible imprecations, but the very gabardine which served as his disguise encumbered him now, and he was quickly overpowered. It was some minutes before Jon- athan Carnabie could recover from his astonishment at having thus learned that beneath the garb of a venerable Jew was concealed the individual who had sought his life at Woodbridge, and who had so recently imposed upon him with such success in London. A cab was speedily called, the Burker was placed in it, and at once conveyed to Bow Street, old Jonathan Carnabie following to listen to the proceedings, and to give his evidence, if needful. We should observe that Jack Smedley, immediately CORnnICLOOOKS (CO)