Turlington determined to be master of it in four-and-twenty
hours--striking the blow, without risk to himself, by means of another
hand. In the face of the probabilities, in the face of the facts, he had
now firmly persuaded himself that Sir Joseph was privy to the fraud
that had been practiced on him. The Marriage-Settlement, the Will, the
presence of the family at his country house--all these he believed to be
so many stratagems invented to keep him deceived until the last moment.
The truth was in those words which he had overheard between Sir Joseph
and Launce--and in Launce's presence (privately encouraged, no doubt) at
Muswell Hill. "Her father shall pay me for it doubly: with his purse and
with his life." With that thought in his heart, Richard Turlington wound
his way through the streets by the river-side, and stopped at a blind
alley called Green Anchor Lane, infamous to this day as the chosen
resort of the most abandoned wretches whom London can produce.
The policeman at the corner cautioned him as he turned into the alley.
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