The Convict: A TaleJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Convict: A Tale
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Prisoners -- Fiction
"It is strange enough," answered the other, in a thoughtful tone.
"There are two men and a little boy standing talking together at this
hour of night, at the corner of the lane. They seem to be doing
nothing. I wonder what they can want?"
"Nothing connected with me, depend upon it," answered Edgar, becoming
somewhat impatient. "It seems to me nothing unusual that two men
should be standing there talking."
"But the boy comes from a place close by Brandon," replied Oldkirk. "I
dare say it is all right, however, so we had better go in;" and
proceeding to the door, near which Edgar had been waiting, he opened
it, first lifting the latch. The first room they came to was a little
stone hall, where paupers had often waited for their daily allowance
of bread, or meat, or soup, or for medical aid; and there Edgar Adelon
paused, while Oldkirk shut and bolted the door.
"Now we must find our way in the dark," said the latter, as soon as he
had completed his task. "It won't do to carry a light about here. Keep
close behind me, sir."
Following his footsteps, Edgar went forward through a door, which
closed behind them with a weight and pulley, and then along a stone
passage, at the end of which the man said, "Here are the stairs;" and
mounting about twenty steps, they came to the upper story of the
building. It seemed, as far as the young gentleman could judge, a
strange, rambling sort of place, with rooms on the right hand and on
the left, and paved passages between them, through several of which he
was led, till at length, stopping suddenly, Oldkirk said, "I will wait
for you here. Go straight on, sir, till you see a light shining
through the keyhole of a door; just push that open and go in, but
don't be longer than you can help."
Edgar followed his directions without reply; and a moment after, in a
turn of the passage to the left, saw the light the man had spoken of,
not only shining through the keyhole, but through a chink of the door,
which was ajar. Pushing it open, as he had been told to do, he took a
step forward, and a scene unpleasant and even painful was before him.
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