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Updated: June 27, 2025
In a cottage in Thring Street, marked "E. Norfolk, E. 58, Constabulary", Hogarth passed the night, having been arrested the moment he returned home from the elm. A few minutes afterwards Margaret, who had found no Frankl at the towing-path, came home to the ghastliest amazement throughout Thring, so that sleep overcame the village only toward morning.
Hogarth in the same hour was away for England; and on the fourth evening thence, the street-lamps just lit, stood before No. 11 Market Street, Edgware Road, come for Margaret; his carriage waiting at a corner forty yards away; and though within the last hour he had realized vividly that his voyage to the Mahomet had given Frankl time to remove her, or accomplish any devilish device in his power with respect to her, he was now all prospect and expectancy.
For Frankl had said: "In expelling the Jews, he shall expel his own sister. Oh, that's sweet, after all!" At this time Frankl's interest in Land Bill and England was dead, two interests only remaining to him: so to realize his share in the Western world as to reach Jerusalem loaded with wealth; and also, not less intense, to hurt Hogarth, to outwit him, to cry quits at the last.
Now tell it me right out: you have nothing to fear: for you cannot be vain enough to imagine that I would harbour enmity against you". "It wasn't me, I say again, my Lord King!" Frankl trampled a little backward, then stooped over-poised to his finger-tips: "with what motive? Oh, that's hard to be accused. They have already given me a month my God! a month! And only because I am a Jew.
The question at the bottom of his mind had been this: "Does Margaret, too, go with the land?" But he did not utter it even to himself: went out, fingering the crop, stalking toward the spot where he had left the man and the woman. But Margaret was then coming through the wood; Frankl had gone up to the Hall; and Hogarth crossed the bridge and went climbing toward the mansion.
Hogarth saw the carriage-lights at the field's edge, bore her thither, laid her with care on the cushions, kissed her hand: and this act Frankl saw with incredulity of his own eyes. As he approached, Hogarth walked away. Frankl mastered his voice to say blandly in Spanish: "Well, how did you get through, sweet child? Who was that man ? But stay: where are those two fools?"
Frankl, half inclined to tyrannize over misery, and half afraid, swept his hand down the beard. "Letter?" said he: "from whom?" "From a friend". "Which friend?" "A man named Hogarth". O'Hara said it in an awful whisper, though not aware of any relation between Hogarth and Frankl. Whereupon an agitation waved down Frankl's beard.
Now, there was some quarrel between the two Arabs, and the injured Arab, forgetting Hogarth, turned fiercely upon his fellow. Hogarth, meanwhile, had not let go Frankl, nor delivered the intended number of cuts: so he was again standing with uplifted whip, when his eye happened to fall upon the doorway. He saw there a sight which struck his arm paralysed: Rebekah Frankl.
Frankl sipped water, and rose, amid shouts of: "Circular!" "Caps- and-tassels!" He made a speech of which nothing was known, except the amiable bows, for a continual noising filled the hall; and up rose Mr. Moses Max, a stout fair Jew, whose fist struck with a regular, heavy emphasis. After ten minutes, when he began to be heard, he was saying: "...Sir Bennett Beaumont!
Then in the Adair Street Board Room they lit a candle, and in the room next it found the safes, the largest of which admitting the bag, Frankl locked its door, took the key; O'Hara then locked the room door, took the key; and at the stair-bottom locked another door, took the key; so that Frankl could not now get at the bag without him, nor he without Frankl, nor Harris without both.
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