The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 78: what you’re looking at

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THE TREACHEROUS HINDU WOMAN 61 deed which, being intended against her royal mistress, had stricken herself. Armytage, at the sight of a constable’s uniform, gave vent to a hollow moan at the thought that he was the object of so ominous a visit. Mr. Coleman was seized with astonishment, and perhaps also with misgivings in respect to the motives of the sinister presence. The inspector glanced around upon the lawyer, the duke, and Mr. Armytage, and when he laid not his hand upon either, nor ordered the constable in uniform to take any one into custody, Marchmont and Armytage began to breathe more freely, but Mr. Coleman’s misgivings increased. “There is an inner room,”’ said the inspector, advancing toward the door of the apartment in which Mr. Redcliffe was all this while concealed. “It is private,’ exclaimed Mr. Coleman, placing his back against it. “Private or not private,’ said the inspector, resolutely, ‘“‘I must do my duty. Come, sir, have the goodness to stand aside, or I shall be compelled to use force.”’ ‘‘ Beware how you violate the privacy of my offices! ”’ exclaimed Mr. Coleman; but the agitation and distress which he displayed more than ever convinced the police officials that he whom they sought was in the adjacent room. The inspector was just upon the point of laying his hand upon the lawyer for the purpose of removing him by force, when the handle of the door was turned from within, and a voice exclaimed, ‘* Resist them not, my friend. I surren- der.”’ It was with a low, gasping moan that Mr. Coleman stood away from the door; it opened, and Mr. Redcliffe came forth. The Duke of Marchmont gave such a start and such an indescribable expression swept over his counte- nance that frightful indeed must have been the feelings which were tearing like vultures at his heart, while Army-_ tage gave utterance to acry of amazement. As for Sagoonah, while lightnings shot forth from her eyes, she drew her lithe bayadere form, clad in Christina’s garment, up to its full height, and her duskily handsome countenance assumed a look of fiendish satisfaction. But it appeared as if Clement Redcliffe beheld not either of the three whom | COnnICLOOKS (S©)