The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. As soon as the cavalcade stopped, the sexton advanced, and, ringing a handbell, pronounced the following admonition. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. I was sitting up, lamenting your departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and, by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by two men with crape on their faces. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY.
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