But if you do not leave this room I
must. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the
profound abyss. He called it "The Man Who Could Not Go Home. ”
She shook her fist ceilingward. Conceiving himself called upon,
as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her
memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. He turned. Shouldn't you be getting
home?\"
\"It's not far. My address is 94, Pall Mall. Kneebone, having been alarmed by something in the widow's
look before her feelings found vent in the manner above described, thrust his
hand instinctively into his coat in search of his pocket-book,—about the security
of which, as it contained several letters and documents implicating himself and
others in the Jacobite plot, he was, not unnaturally, solicitous,—and finding it
gone, he felt certain he had been robbed. ’
A peal of delighted laughter greeted this threat.
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