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The shadoere creeping down on Giles's Rents, hiding its grime,

its misery and squalor, what ti his back upon the shadowy River, strode along,

watchful-eyed, toward that dark corner where the Bow Street Runners

still lounged, s tones As he drew nearer he becauessed rather than saw that he was the object

of their scrutiny; nor was he mistaken, for as he came abreast of

where they stood, one of them lurched towards hih faoes it, Joe?"

"My na, for thehis way

"Not Joe, eh?" growled thehis head unpleasantly

close to Barnabas to peer into his face, "not Joe, eh? Why then

p'r'aps it ht be--Beverley, eh?

Barnabas Beverley like-wise, eh? All right, Ben!" he called to his

h!"

"What do you lance about

hi shadow some distance down the court,

a furtive shape that flitted towards theht, Barnabas clenched his fists and