The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 279: what you’re looking at

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252 REYNOLDS’ WORKS hold my tongue about you. But if so be you take any step to put the police on my track, I'll tell such a pack of lies when brought up before the beak as shall get you lagged — that’s transported, I mean —for harbouring a chap in my position. So now you know. Is it a bargain, or 1s it not?” “It is, it is!” replied the trembling archeologist. ‘“ Heaven knows I want to wash my hands of this business. There, there, my good man —not my good man— my man, I mean — anything you like to call yourself — there’s a five-pound note for you — and pray take yourself off.” “Thankee kindly, sir,’”’ responded the Burker, who beheld in this little incident an additional proof of Mr. Fos- silton’s utter timidity and of his anxiety to hush up the matter as soon as possible. ‘‘ Good-bye, sir.” Thereupon the Burker unlocked the door, issued from the room, let himself out by the side entrance, and gained the street. ECORNICLOOKS (E(0)