He set to work in his new quarters, and sent some frames and prints to some of his customers at Broxbridge, but the spirit of adventure which had lain so long dormant now asserted its sway, and he began to make nocturnal excursions, and returned with the booty to his bare and gaunt-looking apartments, which were, however, in a short space of time pretty well stocked with the proceeds of his various robberies.
Having recommenced this dishonest career of life, he carried on his depredations with the greatest assiduity.
The burglaries he had carried out so successfully were chiefly confined to the north side of London.
He had noticed during his excursions a large red brick mansion at Highgate, standing back from the road with an avenue of gigantic trees in its front.
It was a fine specimen of an old manorial edifice, and had in all probability been originally built by some nobleman or rich commoner.
It was too large and not sufficiently modern to suit the taste of a citizen of the period, but from its commodiousness and the healthiness of its situation it was eminently qualified for a school.
It had been repaired and beautified, and was now known by circulars and advertisements as “Miss Chickleberry’s Finishing Academy for Young Ladies.”
Peace thought it worthy of a visit—so one moonlight night he bent his steps in the direction of Highgate.
At this time there were not many pedestrians or equestrians passing along the road even in broad daylight. At night there were none, and the burglar therefore felt assured that he should have it pretty well his own way.
Two large wrought-iron gates guarded the entrance to the broad gravel walk which led to the vestibule of the house.