Part 8 (2/2)
”Well, what is it you want to know?” said Jones, looking suspiciously at him
”Do you know Miss Williamson?”
”Yes, I do”
”Can you tell me where she lives?”
”No, I can't; and what's more, you'd better clear She was ruined by one of you cursed--”
”Stay, Jones, I understand you I don't coe doors I want to offer help and syo away, for she don't want either,” said Jones, pointing to the door
”My good fellow, I see you are a friend of hers, and I aood and true”
”What do you mean, sir?”
”Can I trust you, Jones?”
”Certainly, sir”
”Then listen The sairl, and killed her aged to for years
And I now look for e”
”But what has she to do with it?” asked he, in a softer voice
”I want to know her I want her to have her revenge too I am a rich man and I am off on his tracks to Australia next Friday”
”I don't think she'd see you, sir She's never seen a gent since”
”You are an old friend, I can see?”
”Yes, sir, I am Her dead ood sort She didn't put on airs because her daughter was a great actress She used to sit and talk to e it Co very little conversation passed between the two At length the cab stopped at a house in a shabby street in Camden Town
”You stay here, sir, until I've seen her,” said Jones, as he knocked at the door The curtain was drawn aside for a moment before he was ad became impatient, but at last he heard the door open, and Jones was saying, ”You see hiood face” But still she see forher hand, said in an earnest voice:
”Miss Williamson, I _must_ see you”
She offered no further resistance, and Reg passed with her into a s, as he saw him about to leave them alone ”You can hear all I have to say Miss Williamson, I have heard all about your troubles, and I want you to listen to ain his sad story was recited
”Now Miss Williaeance, and I want you to assist me”