Lucretia — Volume 06

This is a novel book. If necessary. And that young man, who goes by his name, brought up by Mr. Fielden? Well, sir? Is he not the son of Mr. Braddell? The stranger was silent, and, shading his face with his hand, seemed buried in thought. He then rose, took up his candle, and said quietly, --Sir, I wish you good-evening. I have letters to write in my own room. I will consider by to-morrow, if you stay till then, whether we can really aid each other further, or whether we should pursue our researches separately. With these words he closed the door; and Mr. Grabman remained baffled and bewildered. However, he too had a letter to write; so, calling for pen, ink, and paper, and a pint of brandy, he indited his complaints and his news to Varney. Jason, (he began) are you playing me false? Have you set another man onthe track with a view to bilk me of my promised fee? Explain, or I throw up the business.