Charles Peace, or The Adventures of a Notorious BurglarAnonymous
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Charles Peace, or The Adventures of a Notorious Burglar
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Burglars -- England -- London -- Biography; Murderers -- England -- London -- Biography; Peace, Charles Frederick, 1832-1879
“Oh, Lord! to hear him talk, it’s as good as a play,” said the Jew,
once more rubbing his hands together. Then, suddenly changing his
tone, he said――
“Tell ye vat I’ll do――give you fifty pounds for the lot.”
“Very kind of you, I’m sure. Fifty pounds for goods that are worth a
hundred and fifty in weight of the silver alone.”
“Ah! but you forget the solder――you never thought of the solder.
Besides I must have some little profit. I can’t live on air.”
Peace knew perfectly well, when he paid a visit to the establishment,
that there would be a long time lost in haggling before he could get a
moderately fair offer from Isaac. He had come prepared for this.
“I won’t take fifty, or anything like it,” said Peace, putting some of
the articles back in his bag.
“Yer vont――eh?”
“I know where I can get more, and not far from here either.”
“Vere ish it? Tell us vere it ish. Vill he puy of me?”
“I’m not going to let you know where it is.”
“Vill you take sixty? There’s a good offer. I shall lose by them.”
Peace shook his head. No, he would not take sixty. Ultimately a
bargain was struck, and Peace accepted seventy-five pounds for the
articles, and he esteemed himself particularly fortunate in realising
that sum.
“Ah, that’s a pad job about the ‘Badger’――a very pad job――poor fellow,
he vos bowled out at last.”
“He was too headstrong. It was partly his own fault, so I’ve been
told,” remarked Peace, as he passed out of the shop.
He slept that night at the coffee-house, and on the following morning
took the train to his native town, Sheffield.
He called on his mother and found her in her accustomed health and
spirits. It is said that he was her favourite son, but we have no
positive proof of this.
Soon after his arrival in Sheffield he wrote a letter to Bessie
Dalton, in which he informed her that he had left Bradford for very
excellent reasons――the place had become too hot for him, and a change
of air was necessary for his health. This, he asserted, was his only
reason for leaving――his love for her (Bessie) was as strong as ever.
Nevertheless, there was an imperative necessity for them to be
separated for a while.
He, however, sent her a small sum of money occasionally, and bade her
keep up her spirits until they met again.
He had brought with him a sum which would suffice to keep him for some
little time, and before this became exhausted he knew pretty well how
to obtain more, but for some weeks after his arrival in his native
town he was much more careful than he had been heretofore.
He picked up a very decent living by playing the violin at various
houses of public entertainment in the town, and, to all appearance, he
was a well-behaved, proper sort of young man enough.
It was shortly after his return to Sheffield that he become enamoured
of a young girl. This, the first and indeed only honourable attachment
he ever had for one of the opposite sex, was not crowned with success.
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