A Rogue's Life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 174 pages of information about A Rogue's Life.

A Rogue's Life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 174 pages of information about A Rogue's Life.

“Only to get the gardener’s ladder to help us over the wall.  Go on.”

“The first signal is a private bell—­that means, Listen at the pipe. The next is a call down the pipe for ’Moses’—­that means, Danger!  Lock the door. ‘Stilton Cheese’ means, Put the Mare to; and ‘Old Madeira’ Stand by the trap. The trap works in that locked-up room you never got into; and when our hands are on the machinery, we are awkward enough to have a little accident with the luncheon tray.  ‘Quite Ready’ is the signal to lower the trap, which we do in the regular theater-fashion.  We lowered the doctor smartly enough, as you saw, and got out by the back staircase.  Father went in the gig, and I let them out and locked the gates after them.  Now you know as much as I’ve got breath to tell you.”

We scaled the wall easily by the help of the ladder.  When we were down on the other side, Young File suggested that the safest course for us was to separate, and for each to take his own way.  We shook hands and parted.  He went southward, toward London, and I went westward, toward the sea-coast, with Doctor Dulcifer’s precious writing-desk safe under my arm.

     * The “Bow Street runners” of those days were the
     predecessors of the detective police of the present time.

CHAPTER XII.

FOR a couple of hours I walked on briskly, careless in what direction I went, so long as I kept my back turned on Barkingham.

By the time I had put seven miles of ground, according to my calculations, between me and the red-brick house, I began to look upon the doctor’s writing-desk rather in the light of an incumbrance, and determined to examine it without further delay.  Accordingly I picked up the first large stone I could find in the road, crossed a common, burst through a hedge, and came to a halt, on the other side, in a thick wood.  Here, finding myself well screened from public view, I broke open the desk with the help of the stone, and began to look over the contents.

To my unspeakable disappointment I found but few papers of any kind to examine.  The desk was beautifully fitted with all the necessary materials for keeping up a large correspondence; but there were not more than half a dozen letters in it altogether.  Four were on business matters, and the other two were of a friendly nature, referring to persons and things in which I did not feel the smallest interest.  I found besides half a dozen bills receipted (the doctor was a mirror of punctuality in the payment of tradesmen), note and letter-paper of the finest quality, clarified pens, a pretty little pin-cushion, two small account-books filled with the neatest entries, and some leaves of blotting-paper.  Nothing else; absolutely nothing else, in the treacherous writing-desk on which I had implicitly relied to guide me to Alicia’s hiding-place.

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