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Chapter Three
Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report
being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested
traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through
it. ’
You were to be kidnapped from the Manor in early
July, but you took matters into your own hands in March. On that night, an extraordinary event occurred, which convinced the authorities
that every precaution must be taken in conducting Jack to Tyburn,—a fact of
which they had been previously made aware, though scarcely to the same extent,
by the riotous proceedings near Westminster Hall. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. God knows how you did it. \"Yep. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr.
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