"
"An hotel in Judd Street?"
"Yes;--Macpherson's in Judd Street. I suppose he likes to keep among
the Scotch. I don't think he ever goes out of the house, and he's
waiting in London till this thing is published."
"I will go and see him," said Phineas.
"I shouldn't wonder if he murdered you;--but that's between you and
him."
"Just so."
"And I shall hear from you?"
"Yes," said Phineas, hesitating as he made the promise. "Yes, you
shall hear from me."
"We've got our duty to do, and we mean to do it. If we see that we
can induce the lady to go back to her husband, we shall habstain from
publishing, and virtue will be its own reward. I needn't tell you
that such a letter as that would sell a great many copies, Finn."
Then, at last, Mr. Slide arose and departed.
CHAPTER XXIII
Macpherson's Hotel
Phineas, when he was left alone, found himself greatly at a loss as
to what he had better do. He had pledged himself to see Mr. Kennedy,
and was not much afraid of encountering personal violence at the
hands of that gentleman.
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