"No wonder!" for the
photograph was one of herself as she had been taken in the low dress in
the Registry. There was no mistake about it--there was the picture of the
will tattooed right across her shoulders.
Nor did her troubles end there, for at that moment a man came
bawling down the street carrying a number of the first edition of an
evening paper--
"Description and picture of the lovely 'eroine of the Cockatoo," he
yelled, "with the will tattooed upon 'er! Taken from the original
photograph! Facsimile picture!"
"Oh, dear me," said Augusta to the maid, "that is really too bad. Let
us go home."
But meanwhile the crowd at her back had gathered and increased to an
extraordinary extent and was slowly inclosing her in a circle. The fact
was, that the man who had followed her from Hanover-square had told the
others who joined their ranks, who the lady was, and she was now
identified.
"That's her," said one man.
"Who?" said another.
"Why, the Miss Smithers as escaped from the Kangaroo and has the will on
her back, in course."
There was a howl of exultation from the mob, and in another second the
wretched Augusta was pressed, together with the lady's maid, who began to
scream with fright, right up against a lamp-post, while a crowd of eager
faces, mostly unwashed, were pushed almost into her own.
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