He was the
man above all others whom he most wished to see.
"Dr. Oates!" he cried. "There's bloody work in the Savoy. I was passing
through a minute agone and I saw that noble Justice, Sir Edmund Berry
Godfrey, lie dead, and his murderers beside the body. Quick, let us get the
watch and take them red-handed."
The big paws, like a gorilla's, were withdrawn from his shoulders. The
purple complexion seemed to go nearly black, and the wide mouth opened as
if to bellow. But the sound which emerged was only a whisper.
"By the maircy of Gaad we will have 'em! . . .
A maist haarrid and unnaitural craime. I will take 'em with my own haands.
Here is one who will help."
And he turned to a man who had come up and who looked like a city
tradesman. "Lead on, honest fellow, and we will see justice done. 'Tis
pairt of the bloody Plaat. . . . I foresaw it. I warned Sir Edmund, but he
flouted me. Ah, poor soul, he has paid for his unbelief."
Lovel, followed by Oates and the other whom he called Prance, dived again
into the darkness.
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