NIGHT THE SIXTH.
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Matthew winked knowingly.
"After the boys?" inquired Hammond.
"Yes."
"Where are they?"
"Up-stairs."
"Does he suspect this?"
"I can't tell. If he doesn't think them here now, he is looking for them to come in."
"Do they know he is after them?"
"O yes."
"All safe then?"
"As an iron chest. If you want to see them, just rap at No. 4."
Hammond stood for some minutes leaning on the bar, and then, not once again looking toward that part of the room where Mr. Harrison was seated, passed out through the door leading to the street. Soon afterward Mr. Harrison departed.
Disgusted, as on the night before, with the unceasing flow of vile, obscene, and profane language, I left my place of observation in the
