The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 251: what you’re looking at

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994. REYNOLDS’ WORKS of this house,” asked Bealby. ‘‘ Do you think there are any traces — ”’ Bi.’ “ Yes, the pipe’s all bended down,” responded the Bur- ker. | iy : “ Then take off that old black gabardine and give it to me,” said Bealby, quickly. | - The Burker, perceiving that his new friend had all ‘his wits about him, unhesitatingly complied with his demand. Bealby took from amongst his miscellaneous stores a quan- tity of very old but very strong silken cord, and throwing the Burker’s gabardine over his arm, he crept up-stairs, hav- ing previously taken off his shoes so that he might proceed thus stealthily and avoid disturbing the landlady and her servant. He passed out of the attic window, and peeping over the parapet, looked to see whether all was quiet in the neighbourhood of the cells attached to the police office. Satisfied on this point, Mr. Bealby crept on to the leads of: the next house, and deposited the gabardine there. He then tied one end of the silken cord around a chimney, and flung the rest over the back part of the. house, so that it hung down into the yard attached thereto. Having done this, which was all the work of but three or four minutes, he re- traced his stealthy way to his own apartments. There he explained to the Burker what he had done, adding, “‘ And now I think the police, when they discover your escape, will be thrown completely off the scent.” | ‘Well, blow me,” said the Burker, ‘if arter myself you ain’t one of the cleverest chaps in the whole world!. But what’s the next move? ”’ ‘Ah! now we must hold a consultation,” responded Bealby, “‘ and we have leisure to do so. The trick I have just played will afford it us, because whenever the hounds pursue, the scent is broken, or I ought to say, turned into the wrong channel. It will never be suspected you are here. You see I am doing everything I can to make things right for you, and these bank-notes,’”’ added Bealby, now taking them up from the table, “ are well earned.”’ “So they. be,’’ said the Burker. ‘‘ You’re an excellent sort of chap, and there’s another ten-pun’ note to add to t’others.”” Then as he produced the additional recompense, he thought to himself, ‘‘ It don’t matter how much I pay to make things square and get myself off; my wery partikler CORNICLIIOOKS (E(0)