“Another word.” Rotha stepped into the doorway. Willy threw her hastily aside and hurried out.
CHAPTER XXXVII. WHICH INDICTMENT?
Under the rude old Town Hall at Carlisle there was a shop which was kept by a dealer in second-hand books. The floor within was paved, and the place was lighted at night by two lamps, which swung from the beams of the ceilings. At one end a line of shelves served to separate from the more public part of the shop a little closet of a room, having a fire, and containing in the way of furniture a table, two or three chairs, and a stuffed settle.
In this closet, within a week of the events just narrated, a man of sinister aspect, whom we have met more than once already in other scenes, sat before a fire.
“Not come down yet, Pengelly?” said, this man to the bookseller, a tottering creature in a long gown and velvet skull cap.
“Not yet.”
“Will he ever come? It's all a fool's errand, too, I'll swear it is.”
Then twisting his shoulders as though shivering, he added,—
“Bitter cold, this shop of yours.”