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"Chowles must have carried off every thing he could lay hands upon. What can he do with all that furniture?" "What the miser does with his store," replied Leonard: "feast his eyes with it, but never use it." They then proceeded to the next room.
But at last this was accomplished, and they entered the vault beyond the charnel, where they found Chowles and Judith Malmayns. The former was wrapped in a long black cloak, and was pacing to and fro within the narrow chamber. When Solomon Eagle appeared, he sprang towards him, and regarding him inquiringly, cried, "Have you done it? have you done it?" The enthusiast replied in the affirmative.
And he motioned as if he would take them upstairs. "Do not think to mislead me, villain," cried Leonard, tightening his grasp. "We have searched every room in the upper part of the house, and though we have discovered the whole of your ill-gotten hoards, we have found nothing else. No one is there." "Well, then," rejoined Chowles, "since the truth must out, Sir Paul is in the next house.
We shall be buried alive!" exclaimed Chowles, as he listened with indescribable terror to the noise overhead! "I owe my death to you, wretch!" cried Judith, fiercely. "You persuaded me to come hither." "I!" cried Chowles. "It is a lie! You were the person who proposed it. But for you I should have left our hoards here, and come for them after the fire was over."
And raising his finger to his lips in token of silence, he stole forward on the points of his feet and cautiously opened the door. At the further end of the cellar for such it was knelt Chowles, examining with greedy eyes the contents of a large chest, which, from the hasty glance that Leonard caught of it, appeared to be filled with gold and silver plate.
While another coffin was brought out, and placed with the rest, a window in the next house was opened, and a woman looking forth screamed, "Is Anselm Chowles, the coffin-maker, there?"
As they traversed the aisles of Saint Faith's, which were now filled with books and paper, they could distinctly hear the raging of the fire without, and Judith, who was far less intimidated than her companion, observed, "Let it roar on. It cannot injure us." "I am not so sure of that," replied Chowles, doubtfully, "I wish we had taken our hoards elsewhere."
We arrived at night, and I almost forgot my own alarm in the terrible sights I beheld at every turn. It would have been useless to call out for assistance, for there was no one to afford it. I asked my conductors if they had brought me there to die, and they answered, sternly, 'It depended on myself. At Ludgate we met Chowles, the coffin-maker, and he brought us to this house.
"In that case you can apply to his friends," rejoined Leonard. "He must not be abandoned thus." "First, let us know who he is," returned Chowles. "Is he able to speak?" "I know not," answered Leonard. "Bring the lantern this way, and let us examine his countenance." Chowles complied, and held the light over the unfortunate person.
The latter agreed to wait below to render any assistance that might be required, and went downstairs with Parravicin and Chowles. The two latter instantly quitted the house together, and hastened to Watling-street. With a beating heart, Leonard then followed the old woman to Nizza's chamber. They had to pass through a small anteroom, the door of which was carefully locked.
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