The Mysteries and Miseries of San Francisco: Showing up all the various characters and notabilities, (both in high and low life) that have figured in San Franciso since its settlement.A Californian
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The Mysteries and Miseries of San Francisco: Showing up all the various characters and notabilities, (both in high and low life) that have figured in San Franciso since its settlement.
A Californian
San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
‘And don’t make a bungling job of it while you are about it. If you have
to do it all, do it with humanity—that is to say, do it at once and
effectually.’
‘Oh, yes; trust me for that, captain.’
The lady was now really alarmed.
Ben took from his pocket a large clasped knife, the blade of which he
opened in a ferocious kind of way with his teeth, and with that in his
hand, he kept an eye upon her.
Blodget now sprang upon the bed, and tearing down some of the hangings
from the back part of it, he saw a small square door in the wall. It was
not fastened.
No doubt the secrecy of the position of that receptacle for valuables
was much more relied upon by the lady than any sort of lock or
fastening.
The fact was, that when once it was found out that that was the hiding
place for the valuable property that could be put in it, the security
was gone.
No lock or bolt could for many moments have added to it in any shape or
way.
Blodget saw at once when he pulled open the door that he had received
correct information. Immediately within the little square door were some
shelves built in the thickness of the wall, and upon them a heap of
property of a valuable and portable nature.
Bracelets—rings—necklaces—watches—spoons—gold quartz—and jewellery of
all descriptions, met the gaze of the robber as he glanced upon the
shelves.
‘All right,’ said he.
The lady was a bold woman, and she had kept her eye upon Blodget, and
when she heard him say ‘All right,’ the thought that he had discovered
all her most valuable property drove her to an act of defiance.
‘Thieves!’ she said, and she raised a loud scream.
‘Kill her!’ said Blodget.
Ben had sprung to his feet, and made for the door of the room, although
he had his knife in his hand. The fact is, this fellow wanted the nerve
to be a murderer when any one resisted at all. He might have been an
assassin, but he had not the courage to engage in a struggle.
‘Kill her, I say!’ cried Blodget.
‘No, no!’ said the lady, and springing to her feet, she with a rush made
her way into the servant’s room; and slammed the door shut in Blodget’s
face.
‘Curses on her! you have let her escape.’
‘I could not help it,’ said Ben.
‘Here, there is no time to be lost now—she will rouse the neighborhood.
Take this pillow-case, which I have filled with the swag. We must be
content with it. I will see to her and be with you in a moment.’
‘Yes—yes, I will go—’
‘No further than the head of the stairs, though.’
‘No—no.’
Blodget made a rush at the door of the room into which she had
retreated; but it was too strong for him, and by great good fortune
there had chanced to be some very effectual mode of fastening it on the
inside. Blodget heard a lumbering noise in the room, that he could not
make out.
He called aloud,—‘No harm is intended you, and I will compromise the
matter with you, if you will be quiet.’
Something rolled upon the floor, and then hit the door a great knock
that shook it.
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