I saw it this morning in the
Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—"
"A reward!" echoed Jack. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. But why didn't you let me
know they were coming. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came
“growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme
seriousness. Lucy felt the hairs on her
neck rise. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. She was
marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for
him to sit with her in so public a place. "
As Jonathan said this, Jack's hand involuntarily sought a pistol. “Morning, Mom. ” He commanded. Her senses were prickled
when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her.
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