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Grotait's men, having well surveyed the ground, now crept softly up to the porch, and examined the lock. The key was inside, and they saw no means of forcing the lock without making a noise, and putting their victim on his guard. After a long whispered consultation, they resolved to unscrew the hinges.
Grotait put up his gold double eyeglass, and looked with marked surprise and curiosity, at a note that lay in the fender. Mr. Bayne had been present at similar comedies, and was not polite enough to indorse Mr. Grotait's surprise. He said, coolly, "It will be the identical note we are waiting for." He stooped down and took it out of the fender, and read it. "'To Mr. LITTLE, or MR. BAYNE.
Hill said that the job was given him by Cole, who was Grotait's right-hand man, and Grotait had better bail him, otherwise he might be induced to tell tales. Grotait let him stay in prison three days, and then sent two householders with the bail. Hill was discharged, and went home.
"But suppose I could suggest a way by which you could carry on your trade in Hillsborough, and offend nobody?" "I should decline to hear it even. You and I are at war on that. You have done your worst, and I shall do my best to make you all smart for it, the moment I get a chance." Grotait's cheek reddened with anger at this rebuff, and it cost him an effort to retain his friendly intentions.
Dan was not so hardened but what he blubbered in telling it, and Grotait's eyes were moist with sympathy. They neither of them spoke out, and said, "This upsets our design on Little." Each waited to see whether that job was to go on. Each was ashamed to mention it now. So it came to a standstill.
Longing to wound, but not knowing how to strike, he wandered about the town, and went into several factories, and talked to some of the men, and contrived to bring the conversation round to Little, and learn what he was doing. But he gathered no information of any use to him. Then he went to Grotait's place, and tried to pump him.
"He is not dead yet." "No, thank Heaven! He has got a good work to do first; some hypocrites, assassins, and cowards to expose." Parkin turned pale; Grotait's eye glistened like a snake's: he made Parkin a rapid signal to say nothing, but only listen. "He has begun by telling me who it was that put gunpowder into my forge, and how it was done. I have forgiven him.
He came at night to Coventry, and told him he thought he might perhaps be able to do the trick without seeming to defy Grotait's instructions. "But," said he, "it is a very dangerous job.
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