lue oil-clot acked to catcand. tand, at t, coat and a s, of Gentlemans, and one or t; t cs, t e linen spilling from it. On t of a c, a packet of cigarettes, and sealing-. ttle, like toffee.

    t curtain upon it, aken off, for a counterpane: it  from a burning ill smelt of cinders. I took it up and put it about my s tood at t at t ther was hanged.

    t fe upon it, and I o it, to make turn to dirty er. I could still catcle and the bounce of

    Daintys feet, but before me treets of t at a ern of a coac t of all t must be trange and ordinary lives—in otreets, in ter parts of London. I t of Maud Lilly, in   kno I anding, plotting y arren and Jochen.

    o make out t t in a fig, , s figty. S from fig ting bad meat. Just one bit of bad meat killed  like t.

    But, sleman  t  to.

    I tried anotsey. t curtain made me clumsy. I tried again. I began to s, in sudden fear.

    tcsteps on tair, and t ans again, upon ttic stairs, and t of tle—only a little, for s sout.

    Are you ly. And all on your ohe dark?

    S  all t I —at tlemans boots and leathen she

    came to me, and put o my c as if sickled or pinc stop—I said:

    if I aint up to it, Mrs Sucksby?  if I cant do it? Suppose I lose my nerve and let you doy, after all?

    So t and sil it rested in  back tain from my croked my hen.

    Aint it a long o go? I said, looking up at her face.

    Not so far, she answered.

    Shere?

    Srand of  was caug my ear.

    Every minute,