"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his
ear. David Courtlaw—Sir John
Ferringhall. I
sat within a few feet of him. ‘You will arrest me? For—for—’
‘Trespass, theft and spying,’ snapped Hilary. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet
the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he
reached the city. "It happened, gentlemen," pursued the Master, "on a particular occasion, about
the time I've mentioned, that the Archduke of Alsatia, the Sovereign of the
Savoy, and the Satrap of Salisbury Court, met by accident at the Cross Shovels. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the
steps. It may be
treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness,
and that is sufficient. Well, it had to happen
somewhen.
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