This had been a day of triumph to her, and she was talking of it in the
evening triumphantly to Mrs. Carbuncle, when she was told that a policeman
wanted to see her down-stairs! Oh, those wretched police! Again all the
blood rushed to her head and nearly killed her. She descended slowly; and
was then informed by a man, not dressed like Bunfit, in plain clothes, but
with all the paraphernalia of a policeman's uniform, that her late
servant, Patience Crabstick, had given herself up as Queen's evidence, and
was now in custody in Scotland Yard. It had been thought right that she
should be so far informed; but the man was able to tell her nothing
further.
CHAPTER LXII
"YOU KNOW WHERE MY HEART IS"
On the Sunday following, Frank, as usual, was in Hertford Street. He had
become almost a favourite with Mrs. Carbuncle; and had so far ingratiated
himself even with Lucinda Roanoke that, according to Lizzie's report, he
might if so inclined rob Sir Griffin of his prize without much difficulty.
On this occasion he was unhappy and in low spirits; and when questioned on
the subject made no secret of the fact that he was harassed for money.
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