The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 388: what you’re looking at

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THE BANK-NOTES o0¢ watched,” observed Sir Frederick, ‘‘ for so desperate a char- acter as this false Lascar may attempt murder before his exploits are cut short by the hand of justice.”’ The two gentlemen were now rejoined by Christian and Christina, who had been rambling through the grounds, and the party, taking their leave of Sir Frederick, drove away in the carriage. Sir Frederick continued to walk in his grounds, pondering everything that had happened in the earlier part of the day, as well as everything that he had just heard. In reference to the safe and cash-box he knew not what to think; the Lascar’s allusion to those objects was so strange, it could not have been a mere coincidence. While he was thus in per- plexity giving way to his reflections, Lord Rushbrook’s phaeton came dashing up the avenue, the viscount driving, the groom seated by his side. ‘There is something singular in these frequent visits of my brother-in-law,’’ said the merchant to himself. ‘“ He was here yesterday, he is here again to-day. He cannot ex- pect to get any more money out of me so soon, and I am sure that it is not through love of either his sister or myself that he favours us with such frequent visits.”’ And the merchant was right, though he suspected not how, for Rushbrook had indeed to ascertain whether any- thing had been said in respect to the adventures with the Lasear. Sir Frederick went forward to receive his brother- in-law, and they entered the house together. After some little conversation, the merchant made a pretext for tem- porarily leaving the room, and he hastened in search of Rushbrook’s groom. He had said nothing to the viscount relative to all he had so recently heard; he wished in the first instance to learn whatsoever additional information the groom himself might be possibly able to afford. The man was found at the stables looking at Sir Frederick’s horses, and the merchant beckoned him aside. ‘What was that adventure with a disguised Lascar the other night? ” asked Sir Frederick. ‘‘ Come, I dare say your - master did not wish to frighten us at Tudor House, and therefore he has told you to hold your tongue, but you need not hesitate to explain everything to me,’ and thus speaking, Sir Frederick placed a guinea in the groom’s hand. “Why, sir, the truth is,’’ responded the domestie, ‘‘ there EOMINGIOOKS (CO)