The Mysteries of London. George W. M. Reynolds

      Having closed the stone trap-door and replaced the brick in the wall of the chimney, she hastened back to the upper floor, where she speedily retired to bed.

      We may as well observe that during the time she was in the lower room, no sound of a human tongue met her ears.

      But perhaps the victim slept!

CHAPTER CVIII.

       THE EXHUMATION.

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      THE night was fine—frosty—and bright with the lustre of a lovely moon.

      Even the chimneys and gables of the squalid houses of Globe Town appeared to bathe their heads in that flood of silver light.