Kit and Kitty: A Story of West MiddlesexBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Kit and Kitty: A Story of West Middlesex
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Middlesex (England) -- Fiction
“Yes, forty-five pounds, when I came to count it. I could not tell
how much it was, at the moment; but I felt that it was a tidy lump of
cash, and I jumped at his motive in handing it to me. But he reckoned
altogether without his host there. Well, when I came back, there they
were, still at it. I could not hear a word of what they said, for I was
forced to keep my distance. But I guessed that the skunk would take him
somewhere, for what he had said beforehand, and then my wits would come
into play. And sure enough he did, for in about two minutes they both
came out, and looked up and down the street, to make sure that they
were not followed. Seeing no one, they set off, at a good quick step,
and I took the right style to be after them.
“They turned so many corners, and went through so many alleys, that no
other man in the world could have kept them in sight, as I did, without
blundering on them. We passed through many places I knew nothing of;
but at last I stowed them in a quiet little den, not very far from
Drury Lane. Here the fellow went down a steep narrow staircase, and
knocked at a door that was like a cellar-flap. Downy stopped outside;
which I thought was very wise of him, while the other went in, and for
some time disappeared. But Downy came back to the entrance for fresh
air, or perhaps to be certain that he was not watched. And I gave
myself up for lost; but most luckily an empty truck or barrow stood
against the wall, and I just slipped under it in time. I could have
touched him with my hand, but the place was very dark; and he went back
without twigging me.
“I have had many narrow shaves, but none to beat that. He would have
killed me with a blow, and in a hole like that, I should soon have been
under the flagstones. I had no time to be in a funk till it was over;
but then I began to shiver horribly, and my nerves were not fit to be
trusted any more.
“I knew this; and thinking of it made them worse, for I have a wife and
seven children to look after. All I cared for now was to get away, for
I had run the chap to earth, and could put my hand upon him.
“There was no chance of overhearing any of their talk, even if they had
any; and if they once discovered me, even though I might escape, there
would be no chance of learning more. I could find the hole again, for I
had seen ‘Coke Yard’ daubed with a tar-brush on a patch of whitewash,
and wherever I have once been I can always go again. So when Bulwrag
turned back towards the door, I made ready to slip round the corner.
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