The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. His hand flew across the paper. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate.
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