The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 77: what you’re looking at

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60 REYNOLDS’ WORKS heard him tell the driver to take him to his solicitor’s Number — Bedford Row, Holburn.”’ ‘“T am exceedingly obliged,” said the visitor, and away he went. Now this individual was none other than the inspector of police of whom we have so recently spoken, and who had disguised himself in plain clothes in order to procure the information that he needed. He returned at once to Bow Street, and took another constable, as well as Sagoonah herself, with him inacab. They proceeded to Bedford Row, and the inspector, still wearing his plain clothes, bade the constable recline back so that his uniform might not be seen. The inspector himself alighted, and entered alone into the clerks’ office. His inquiry was promptly made, and the answer was as promptly given: Mr. Redcliffe was there, and was engaged at the time in Mr. Coleman’s private office up-stairs. The inspector stepped out into the street, and quickly returned, accompanied by the officer and Sagoonah. The presence of the latter was not needed for the purpose of immediately identifying the one who was to be captured, but she had insisted upon seeing out the matter to the very end. She was so fearful that her victim would escape; and, moreover, all her love being turned to burning hatred, she longed to gloat over his downfall. The clerks in the ground floor office were astonished and dismayed at beholding a constable in the society of the in- dividual in plain clothes who had made the inquiry rel- ative to Mr. Redcliffe, but he speedily announced himself to be an officer of justice, and he warned those present to beware how they raised any alarm which might defeat the purpose that had brought him thither. In the room up-stairs Mr. Coleman had just pronounced the bills given by Armytage to be forgeries. The Duke of Marchmont was thrown into consternation, the wretched forger himself was smitten with unspeakable horror, when the door burst open, and the inspector made his appearance, followed by Sagoonah and the constable. The ayah had thrown up her veil, the Duke of March- mont at once recognized her, and his guilty conscience smote him with the idea that she had come with the officers of justice to arrest him as the instigator of the assassin Gomicsdooks (E(0)