Chapter 6.

Mr. Peters relates how he thought he had a clue and how he lost it.

A week after the meeting of the Cherokees, Richard Marwood received his mother in a small

furnished house he had taken in spring gardens.

Mrs. Marwood, possessed of the entire fortune of her murdered brother, was a very rich woman.

Of her large income she had, during the eight years of her sons' imprisonment, spent

scarcely anything.

As encouraged by Mr. Joseph Peters' mysterious hints and vague promises, she had looked

forward to the deliverance of her beloved and only child.

The hour had come.

She held him in her arms again.

Free.

No mother know, he says, not free, free from the prison walls, but not free from the stain

of the false accusation.

She kept telly hour in all England declares my innocence shall I be indeed a free man.

Why, look you mother, I cannot go out of this room and deonder street without such a

disguise as a murder himself might wear.

For fear some slopperton official should recognize the features of the lunatic criminal and

send me back to my cell at the asylum.

My darling boy, she lays her hands upon his shoulders and looks proudly into his handsome

face.

My darling boy, these people at slopperton think you dead.

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