"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. Chapter XXIV
A CASE FOR THE POLICE
After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’
one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and
Drummond and his lot were with us. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon
your choice. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is
called an “ideal. ‘That fellow of yours is a deal
better, by the by. The condition of the rooms was indescribably filthy and
disgusting; nor were the habits of the occupants much more cleanly. Down on your
marrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you
from the gallows.
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