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The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4
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Public-domain ebook
Language: en13,842 downloads on Project Gutenberg
Subjects
In: Crime, Thrillers and Mystery·Novels·British Literature
Public-domain ebook sourced from Project Gutenberg #51649.
The work is a sprawling Victorian melodrama that folds mystery, crime and social commentary into a single, densely plotted narrative. It opens with a harrowing tableau in a laboratory where a dying old man, identified as “Old Death,” convulses in agony, pleading for relief as his eyes burn like red‑hot coals. The frantic cries of Jacob Smith, the frantic doctor, and the surrounding witnesses set a tone of urgent, almost theatrical horror. From that moment the story jumps to a quiet study on Grafton Street, where Dr. Lascelles and his aristocratic guest, Lord Ellingham, begin an “explanatory conversation” about recent murders, royal pardons and the enigmatic figure Thomas Rainford, whose resurrection from the scaffold has ignited a city‑wide scandal. The opening therefore establishes a world of secret conspiracies, medical marvels and the tangled lives of London’s elite.
The prose is unmistakably nineteenth‑century, with long, ornate sentences, a formal diction and a penchant for elaborate dialogue that mirrors the period’s serialized novels. Reynolds’s voice is both theatrical and investigative, weaving together vivid description, legal intrigue and moral reflection. Readers who relish dense, dialogue‑driven storytelling, enjoy intricate plots that involve aristocracy, politics and the underworld of London, and appreciate the flourish of Victorian language will find this volume compelling. Those preferring brisk, plot‑first narratives may find the pacing demanding, but fans of classic London mysteries will be rewarded by its rich atmosphere and the elaborate web of characters it introduces.
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“Jacob Smith!” cried Old Death, his moanings suddenly ceasing at the mention of that name: “is he here? Then let me tell him----My God! this burning sensation----Jacob--Jacob--my poor boy----Oh! my eyes--my eyes----doctor, do something to my eyes--they are like red hot coals in my head----Jacob--I--I--am your----father!”
“My father!” almost shrieked the lad, in the wildness of his amazement at these tidings: then, falling on his knees by the bed-side, he exclaimed, “Oh! if you are indeed my parent----”
“I am--I am, Jacob,” exclaimed the dying wretch: “but these tortures----why do they tear my flesh with pincers?--why do they put hot skewers into my eyes? Doctor--doctor----take away the red-hot iron----lift me out of the fire----take me away, I say--save me--save me--I am in flames--I am burning----My God! I am burning!”
“Father--father,” cried Jacob, in a tone of agonising appeal; “compose yourself--think of all your sins--repent----”
“Will no one snatch me from the fire?” yelled forth Old Death, writhing and tossing upon the bed in mortal pains: “perdition seize ye, wretches--I am burning--I am in flames--my eyes scorch me--my flesh is all seared over with red-hot irons----Oh! it is hell--it is hell! Yes--I am in hell----My God! this is my punishment! Oh! send me back to the world again--let me retrieve the past--let me live my existence once more--I will be good--I will not sin! No--no--for hell is terribly--terrible--and these fires----Oh! horror--horror--snakes of flame have seized upon me----they are gnawing at my heart--they have thrust their fiery stings into my eyes--they wind themselves round and round me--horror--horror--there--I feel them now--Oh! mercy--mercy----mercy----mer----”
“This is frightful!” whispered Tom Rain to Dr. Lascelles; and all the others present at the dreadful scene; shuddered from head to foot.
Jacob Smith buried his face in his hands and sobbed convulsively.
The dying man still continued to rave, and shriek, and yell for a short time longer: but his powers of articulation rapidly failed--his writhings grew less violent, until they ceased altogether,--and in a few minutes, the dark spirit which had never spared and never pitied human creature, fled for ever!
Three days had elapsed since that eventful evening on which so many exciting incidents occurred; and the scene now changes to the dwelling of Dr. Lascelles in Grafton Street.
It was about four in the afternoon and the physician was seated in his study, Lord Ellingham being his companion at the time.
“At length, my dear doctor,” said the nobleman, “you have found leisure to accord me an hour to give me those explanations which my afflicted brother feels himself incapable to enter into at present. The loss of Tamar, whose funeral is to take place the day after to-morrow, has proved almost a mortal blow to his generous heart: but the kindness of Mr. de Medina and Esther, who insisted upon having him with them at Finchley, must in some degree mitigate his grief. And yet, alas! that bereaved father and mourning sister have themselves such bitter need of solace! Just heaven! it was a frightful catastrophe!”
“And the murderer perished in a frightful manner,” added the physician. “But now that the excitement created by these appalling events, and by all the other circumstances which Old Death’s crime was the means of bringing to light, has somewhat subsided,--not only in respect to the public, but likewise with regard to the minds of those persons privately interested in the whole affair,--we may venture to converse upon the topic in the hope of approaching it with some degree of calmness. In the first place, my dear Arthur, tell me how you fared with the Home Secretary--I mean, give me the details of your visit to that Minister.”
“On my arrival at his official residence,” said the Earl, “on the dreadful night in question, I sent up my card with a message soliciting an immediate and private audience; and the favour was instantaneously granted. In as succinct a manner as possible, I explained to the Minister all that it was necessary to communicate. I told him that Thomas Rainford, who had been doomed to death and publicly executed, had survived the frightful ordeal of the scaffold; but relative to the means or the agents of his resuscitation, I proffered no explanation--and none was demanded of me. The Minister instantly recollected the circumstance of having signed a full and complete pardon on behalf of Rainford, some weeks ago, and at the intercession of the King; and, doubtless knowing well the wayward character of George the Fourth, he perhaps thought that the less he enquired into the business, the better. I then gave him as much information relative to the recent proceedings of Rainford as was known to myself; and when the Minister heard that he was the individual who had played so mysterious a part in the affair of Torrens, his brow lowered. But I immediately showed him the document signed by George the Fourth; and I gave him to understand that Rainford was acquainted with such proofs of the King’s profligacy and unprincipled character, as would positively compromise the safety of the throne if they were published. This species of threat I was compelled to hold out, inasmuch as the Home Secretary seemed inclined to permit matters to take their course without any interference on his part. But, when he heard that the King had given that solemn acknowledgment of obligation in order to hush up some affair of which he was ashamed and likewise seriously alarmed, the Minister intimated his readiness to do any thing I required to avoid a scandal that might compromise his royal master. He nevertheless urged that an immense excitement had already been created in the metropolis, and which would of course spread to the provinces, by that sudden discovery that Thomas Rainford had not only escaped the scaffold, but had actually taken upon himself the functions of a judge in disposing of the murderers of Sir Henry Courtenay, according to his own caprice and will. ‘_In fact_,’ said the Minister, ‘_the public will imagine that Rainford himself was an accomplice in the assassination of the baronet; and every one will ask what has been done with the two men, Splint and Pedler, who have thus been spirited away_.’--To this I could only reply that I was well assured of Rainford’s complete innocence in respect to the murder of Sir Henry Courtenay; that he had adopted certain opinions relative to the reformation of criminals, and had chosen to test his system by applying it to those men; that the men were no longer in the country, but whither they had been sent I knew full well Rainford would never divulge to the Government; and that the Minister must decide between two alternatives--namely, whether he would dare public opinion in the case, or whether he would have his royal master seriously compromised. I can assure you, my dear doctor, that it gave me great pain and was most repugnant to my feelings to be compelled to hold out any menace of this kind but could I leave a stone unturned that would serve the interest of my generous half-brother?”
“You already to some extent know the motives which induced Rainford to return to England instead of proceeding to America, and adopt the disguise under the cloak of which he broke up Old Death’s gang?” said the physician, enquiringly.
“I gathered a few rapid and broken details from the Medinas, during the ride from Finchley to Red Lion Street, on that fatal evening when Jacob Smith came to the Manor, where I happened to be at the time, to announce the awful event which had occurred,” replied the Earl. “But you may readily believe that both Mr. de Medina and Esther were too profoundly afflicted to be able to give me any very minute explanations. Moreover, I was myself so terribly excited, and so full of serious apprehensions----”
“I understand--’twas quite natural,” interrupted the doctor. “But pray proceed with your narrative of the interview with the Secretary of State.”
“I have little more to say upon that subject,” observed Lord Ellingham. “The Minister balanced for some minutes between the alternatives which I submitted to him, and it was evident that he felt deeply grieved and chagrined at the consequences of the royal indiscretions,--indiscretions which had led the King to sign two important papers, both seriously affecting the proper and legitimate course of justice. But, in the end, he yielded to the alternative which was favourable to our wishes; and, placing himself at his desk, he wrote the order to set Thomas Rainford free, which I delivered to the Bow Street officers on my return to Red Lion Street shortly after midnight.”
“It is therefore certain that no further apprehensions need be entertained on that head?” enquired the physician.
“None,” answered the Earl of Ellingham. “The Coroner’s Inquest, which sate upon the bodies of Tamar and Benjamin Bones yesterday, elicited, as you are well aware, the fact that the old man had been imprisoned by Rainford, and visited first by Esther, and on the last and fatal occasion by her unfortunate sister, merely with a view to his reformation and redemption from a course of crime----”
“And, therefore,” added the physician, “public opinion is actually in favour of Rainford at this moment. But how happened it that Lady Hatfield was enabled to procure that document which conferred a full pardon upon him?”
“That woman possesses a most generous--a most noble heart!” exclaimed the Earl. “The voluptuous monarch sought to render her the victim of his lust; and it suddenly struck her, when his designs became unmistakeably apparent, that she might avail herself of the circumstance to perform an act calculated to exhibit her sincere friendship for me. She accordingly affected to yield in a certain measure to his disgusting overtures: she overcame the natural scruples of a pure soul, so far as to give vague promises and encourage the King’s passion, in order to obtain from him the document which she required. And she succeeded. But, on the occasion of that interview with the King at which he presented her with the precious paper, she was nearly falling a victim to her generous conduct and to his brutal violence. An extraordinary combination of circumstances, however, had led Rainford into the palace on that very evening; and accident enabled him not only to deliver Georgiana from the power of the King, but likewise to extort from his Majesty that written promise of deep obligation which has proved so vitally important to his interests.”
“The entire affair is truly romantic,” observed the doctor. “And now you wish me to give you in detail an explanation of all Rainford’s late proceedings?”
“I am already acquainted with much concerning them, and conjecture enables me to comprehend more,” resumed the nobleman: “at the same time, I should be pleased to hear a connected account from your lips.”
“It is by no means a disagreeable task for me to narrate incidents which prove the existence of so many generous traits in the heart of that man whom I was the means of restoring to life and to the world,” said Dr. Lascelles; “for since that day on which he opened his eyes in my laboratory, I have regarded him almost in the light of a son. I must begin by informing you that Rainford was deeply touched by a conversation which he had with you, relative to the miseries and crimes of the poor and ignorant classes of society----”
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