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"No, no, no; do not think that, my dear lady--do not give way to so
horrid a thought. But come, no time should be lost." He started from the
table and put on his hat. "We will walk to the nearest coach-stand, and
proceed to Bow Street."
In accordance with this proposition they left the office; and Ben was
despatched back to Ormond Street for the purpose of ascertaining whether
anything had transpired during their absence, and with instructions to
join his mistress with all expedition at Bow Street. The mother and son,
with Mr. Brady, hastened to Lincoln's Inn Fields, where they found the
very coach 475, in which the clerk had stated that the lieutenant had
quitted the office the night before. The quick eye of Frank was the first
to detect this; and he directly pointed it out to his mother, who at the
first glance saw that the coachman perfectly answered the description
given by Shipkins; and she would have instantly questioned him but for
the request of Mr. Brady, who cautioned her to take no notice lest it
might excite his suspicion. He called him off the stand to receive a fare.
"To Bow Street Police Office," said the lawyer, as the coachman stood
waiting for orders; and the door was closed, the box mounted, and off he
drove. But who can describe the sensations of the agitated wife as she
entered and took her seat in the very vehicle in which it was alleged
that her husband had been conveyed from the office of the lawyer! her
whole frame trembled and her heart grew sick. Mr. Brady was not idle--he
examined every nook and corner of the interior of the carriage in which
the lady assisted him, and every spot on the padded cushions raised a
horrible terror in her breast as she fancied that it might be blood; but
they discovered nothing that could in the slightest degree elucidate the
matter. On reaching their destination, the coachman was directed to wait
for the purpose of conveying them back again.
The doors of the office were thronged with a miscellaneous assemblage
of characters, principally of the lower classes; but there were also
many well-dressed persons in the crowd, for the notorious pickpocket
George Waldron, or, as he named himself, George Barrington, had that
morning been brought up for examination, charged with stealing a purse
of money and a gold watch from the person of a gentleman in Drury Lane
Theatre, and numbers of curious individuals of all ranks were desirous of
beholding a man who by education and manners was the finished gentleman,
but in habit a confirmed thief.
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