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Have they caught him?" asked Bunting perfunctorily.
"Lord, no! They'll never catch 'im! It must 'ave happened hours and hours ago - they was both stone cold. One each end of a little passage what ain't used no more. That's why they didn't find 'em before."
The hoarse cries were coming nearer and nearer - two news vendors trying to outshout each other.
"'Orrible discovery near King's Cross!" they yelled exultingly. "The Avenger again!"
And Bunting, with his daughter's large straw hold-all in his hand, ran forward into the roadway and recklessly gave a boy a penny for a halfpenny paper.
He felt very much moved and excited. Somehow his acquaintance with young Joe Chandler made these murders seem a personal affair. He hoped that Chandler would come in soon and tell them all about it, as he had done yesterday morning when he, Bunting, had unluckily been out.
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