Adventure stories; Boys -- Fiction; East End (London, England) -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
Thus in full terms the treaty was made. Dan Ogle, shrink as he might
from Captain Nat face to face (as any ruffian in Blue Gate would), was
as ready to stab him in the back for vengeance as for gain. For he was
conscious that never in all his years of bullying and scoundrelism had
he cut quite so poor a figure in face of any man as last night in face
of Captain Nat. As to the gain, it promised to be large, and easy in the
getting; and for his sister, now that she could help no more,--she could
as readily be flung out of the business as Blind George. The opportunity
was undeniable. A better place for the purpose than the alley leading to
the head of Hole-in-the-Wall Stairs could never have been planned. Once
the house was shut, and the potman gone, no more was needed than to see
the next police patrol go by, and the thing was done. Here was the
proper accomplice too: a man known to Captain Nat, and one with whom he
would readily speak; and, in Ogle's eyes, the business was no more than
a common stroke of his trade, with an uncommon prospect of profit. As
for Viney, money was what he wanted, and here it could be made, as it
seemed, with no great risk. It was surer, far, than going direct to
Captain Nat and demanding the money under the old threat. That was a
little outworn, and, indeed, was not so substantial a bogey as it might
seem in the eyes of Captain Nat, for years remorseful, and now
apprehensive for his grandchild's sake; for the matter was old, and
evidence scarce, except Viney's own, which it would worse than
inconvenience him to give. So that a large demand might break down;
while here, as he was persuaded, was the certainty of a greater gain,
which was the main thing. And if any shadow of scruple against direct
and simple murder remained, it vanished in the reflection that not he,
but Ogle, would be the perpetrator, as well as the contriver. For
himself, he would but be opening an innocent conversation with Kemp. So
Viney told himself; and so desire and conscience are made to run
coupled, all the world over, and all time through.
All being appointed, the two men separated. They stood up, they looked
about them, over the Lea and over the ragged field; and they shook
hands.
CHAPTER XXIII
ON THE COP
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