Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot
decipher the signature. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. I thought my sister and her murdered husband
dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. I thought—the papers said——”
“You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. ‘Unheard of, ain’t
it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. “Of course he may merely have been telling her who we were, but I
think it improbable. She doesn’t like you because
she says the Beck’s are not ‘our kind of people’ which is
her code for them not being rich enough. You can give up thinking and leave all the
brain work to her. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch
wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. With Bess's assistance he then climbed up to the window, which, as has just been
stated, was secured by iron bars of great thickness crossed by a stout beam of
oak. Always remember that. "
"I can answer that," replied Thames.
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