Then there was also the horse. Shot him, do you hear?”
“Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. ’
The girl glanced up the road and turned back, annoyance in her face. He could scarcely blame her. Returning to the audience-chamber in a by-no-means enviable state of mind, he
commanded the Jew to throw the body of Thames into the Well Hole. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. Above all, beware of Sir
Rowland Trenchard. And, then, forsooth, she must needs prevent your hanging Jack Sheppard
after the robbery in Wych Street, when you might have done so.
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