Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. And the woollen-draper departed. ‘No, I don’t see much future in pursuing her down this passage. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying along a street towards Hatton Garden.
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