The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 75: what you’re looking at

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58 yaa REYNOLDS’ WORKS will not at once take me to a magistrate, I must. address myself to some other person.” ‘““Come with me, if you please,’’ said the officer, and he conducted her to the nearest station-house. .- There Sagoonah repeated to the inspector what she had said to the police constable, and the inspector, taking her into a private room, questioned her more closely. Without telling him everything, she nevertheless said sufficient to induce him to proceed further in the matter, and ordering a cab to be summoned, he escorted the ayah to the police office in Bow Street. ‘There he introduced her to the magis- trate, who gave her an audience in his private room. She now no longer hesitated to tell all she knew, and both the magistrate and inspector were astonished at the informa- tion which they thus received. The account was in all respects so lucid, the details were so minute, the occurrence to which they referred was so well known, although dating many years back, and the explanations given by the Hindu woman so accurately filled up a certain gap which had hitherto existed in respect to the sequel of that history, that the magistrate felt himself bound to act upon what he had heard. Leaving Sagoonah at the police office for a brigl space, we must direct the reader’s attention to Mrs. Macaulay’s -house in Mortimer Street, Cavendish Square. That worthy lady was seated in her comfortable little parlour, at about three .o’clock in the afternoon, and she was refreshing her- self with the remnants of a couple of. chickens left from the dinner provided for Mr. Redcliffe and Christian Ashton on the preceding day. Mr. Redcliffe had gone off in one direction, Christian: in another; the: former to visit Mr. Coleman, as already described, the latter to call upon Sir Edgar and Lady Beverley, who were staying in London. ‘Mrs. Macaulay was altogether happy; she had nothing to ‘trouble her, for she had now no lodgers on the second floor to vex her with their meanness, inasmuch as Mr. Redcliffe had for some weeks past occupied as much of the house as she was accustomed to let out. Indeed this had been the case ever since Christian came to take up his abode with that gentleman. Mrs. Macaulay had therefore not merely a handsome rental coming in weekly, but she and her two domestics fared sumptuously every day on the rem- GOmicsooks (E(0)