“How’d you know it was me?”
He looked
conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. The chief scene of these disgusting orgies,—the cellar, just referred to,—was a
large low-roofed vault, about four feet below the level of the street, perfectly
dark, unless when illumined by a roaring fire, and candles stuck in pyramidal
lumps of clay, with a range of butts and barrels at one end, and benches and
tables at the other, where the prisoners, debtors, and malefactors male and
female, assembled as long as their money lasted, and consumed the time in
drinking, smoking, and gaming with cards and dice. Not at all. Will
you tell her that?"
"I will," replied Thames, earnestly. For Manning it would be a more temperate
love altogether. You have been seen loitering with suspicious intent in
several places—Paddington, for instance—and I have no doubt at all that you
were party to a break-in last week at Remenham House in Kent. Fate has two methods of procedure—the sudden and the long-drawn-out. The
knife is at my breast. ’
‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I
am hardly likely to succeed.
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