As he spoke my flesh was creeping, and my blood ran cold, then suddenly
flushed through my system like electric fluid. He began again as coolly
as if he were reporting a case of some one discovered "drunk and
incapable." From force of habit, he touched his forehead, and stood at
attention, as he spoke. "In consequence of information which I have
received, I have been induced to make certain inquiries, which have
resulted in the conviction that the criminal I am in search of will be
present at a certain place this night, at a certain hour. It is
therefore my intention to embrace the opportunity of--"
"Catching him!" cried I in a breathless hurry.
"To embrace the opportunity," continued the Inspector, like a talking
oak, "of conducting my investigations personally, and in the presence of
a witness. The effect thereby produced upon my mind shall be entered
duly, the moral effect I should have said, and the cause of justice will
be promoted as rapidly as is consistent with the principles of our
glorious constitution."
"Do you mean to say that you will let him go?"
"No, I shall not let him go, Miss Valence, for the simple reason that I
shall not apprehend him. I see that you are inclined to take the law
into your own hands. That will never do for me."
"Oh no, I am not. A year ago I would have done so. But I am older and
wiser now."
I was thinking of dear mother; and began to feel already that my
character was changing.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Inspector Cutting gave me some minute instructions, and in less than
half an hour we set forth upon our enterprise. I was wrapped in a loose
grey cloak having a hooded cape; and carefully hidden I carried for
self-defence a very keen stiletto. I had procured it indirectly from
the best cutler in London, but neither workmanship nor material could be
compared to that of Italy.
The night was dark and cold, the streets were almost deserted, and all
the shops except the chemists’ and the public-houses closed. We walked
straightway to the nearest cabstand, where Mr. Cutting ordered a
vehicle, and put me inside, himself riding with the driver. So little
did I know as yet of London, that after the first turn or two, I could
not even guess what direction we were taking. I had such confidence in
my guide, a staid respectable man with a grown up family, that I never
thought there could be harm in my journeying with him at night. And
even had I thought so, most likely I should have done it all the same.
Ever since the time he wounded me, or allowed me to wound myself, his
manner towards me had been most kind, considerate, and respectful;
though he found it his duty now and then to repress my impetuosity.
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