FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   452   453   454   455   456   457   458   459   460   461   462   463   464   465   466   467   468   469   470   471   472   473   474   475   476  
477   478   479   480   481   482   483   484   485   486   487   488   489   490   491   492   493   494   495   496   497   498   499   500   501   >>   >|  
his _lush_ undisturbed by the thoughts of police officers. The "Cricket" appeared to be unusually light and brilliant, for the sharp squeaking of a violin was heard, and the trilling of a clarinet blended with the catgut in most discordant notes. "Now, gentlemen," the inspector said, stopping short, and laying his hands upon our arms, "we have got to manage this matter with some skill, or we shall hardly escape without a blow from a knife, or a pistol shot, two very desirable things if we use the weapons with which they are inflicted, but bad if in other hands. Let me caution you to study each word that you utter, and to maintain perfect control over your muscles. Now, then, are you ready?" We answered in the affirmative, and once more strode on until we reached the stout door that separated the "cricketers" from the outer world. It was closed as we expected, for Steel Spring had informed us that after a certain hour at night all ingress had to be made by giving a password, and he had kindly provided us with the magic expression to be used. Mr. Brown dealt a stout blow upon the door, and while we listened for a response the music ceased, and all was quiet as a churchyard within the house. We could hear whispering near the door as though debating our business, and who we were. Again did the inspector deal the door heavy blows, and while he rested a hoarse voice asked,-- "What's wanted out there?" "We wish to come in--open the door, and don't keep us away from, the lush all night," responded the inspector. "But who are you?" queried our interrogator. "We is fakey kens and quiddling coves," Mr. Brown answered, adopting the flash language, most in vogue among thieves at Ballarat. "If you is fakey coves you should know the _dig_," was the response, meaning that we should know the password. "Bush and bush," cried Mr. Brown, promptly, being the words which Steel Spring had informed us would carry us into the house without delay. "Why didn't you go for to say so in the fust place," growled the doorkeeper; and we heard a heavy bar removed, and a bolt drawn, and then the door was opened just wide enough for us to squeeze in one by one, and after we stood in the large room, where twenty or thirty persons were congregated, it was instantly shut, and again secured, and our retreat was cut off had we been disposed to have left the choice company before us in a summary manner. I had time to glance around th
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   452   453   454   455   456   457   458   459   460   461   462   463   464   465   466   467   468   469   470   471   472   473   474   475   476  
477   478   479   480   481   482   483   484   485   486   487   488   489   490   491   492   493   494   495   496   497   498   499   500   501   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

inspector

 

password

 

Spring

 
informed
 

answered

 

response

 

adopting

 

rested

 

Ballarat

 
thieves

language

 
quiddling
 
responded
 

queried

 
hoarse
 

interrogator

 

wanted

 

instantly

 
retreat
 
secured

congregated

 
persons
 

twenty

 

thirty

 
manner
 

glance

 

summary

 
disposed
 

choice

 

company


squeeze

 

meaning

 

promptly

 

opened

 

removed

 

growled

 

doorkeeper

 

giving

 

escape

 

pistol


manage

 

matter

 
inflicted
 

weapons

 

desirable

 

things

 

laying

 
unusually
 

appeared

 

brilliant