CHAPTER XII

FOR FELONY


Late in the afternoon of the day following the encounter in Bloomsbury
Square, a little group of excited loiterers filled the entrance and
passage way at 59 Bradwell Street, the former lodgings of the two young
gentlemen from Scotland. The motley assemblage seemed for the most part
to make merry at the expense of a certain messenger boy, who bore a long
wicker box, which presently he shifted from his shoulder to a more
convenient resting place on the curb.

"Do 'ee but look at un," said one ancient dame. "He! he! Hath a parcel
of fine clothes for the tall gentleman was up in third floor! He! he!
Clothes for Mr. Law, indeed!"

"Fine clothes, eh?" cried another, a portly dame of certain years. "Much
fine clothes he'll need where he'm gone."

"Yes, indeed, that he will na. Bad luck 'twas to Mary Cullen as took un
into her house. Now she's no lodging money for her rooms, and her
lodgers be both in Newgate; least ways, one of un."

"Ah now, 'tis a pity for Mary Cullen, she do need the money so much--"