!The
huge
flag-stones
of
the
pavement
would
rise
,
to
permit
the
phantoms
of
the
murderers
to
issue
from
their
graves
.
Demons
would
erect
a
gibbet
at
the
debtor
's
door
;
and
,
amidst
the
sinister
glare
of
torches
,
an
executioner
from
hell
would
hang
these
miscreants
over
again
.
This
would
be
part
of
their
posthumous
punishment
,
and
would
occur
in
the
long
—
long
nights
of
winter
.
There
would
be
no
moon
;
but
all
the
windows
of
Newgate
looking
upon
the
court-yards
(
and
there
are
none
commanding
the
streets
)
would
be
brilliantly
lighted
with
red
flames
,
coming
from
an
unknown
source
.
And
throughout
the
long
passages
of
the
prison
would
resound
the
orgies
of
hell
;
and
skeletons
wrapped
in
winding
sheets
would
shake
their
fetters
;
and
Greenacre
and
Good
—
Courvoisier
and
Pegsworth
—
Blakesley
and
Marchant
,
with
all
their
predecessors
in
the
walks
of
murder
,
would
come
in
fearful
procession
from
the
gibbet
,
returning
by
the
very
corridors
which
they
traversed
in
their
way
to
death
on
the
respective
mornings
of
their
execution
.
Banquets
would
be
served
up
to
them
in
the
condemned
cells
;
demons
would
minister
to
them
;
and
their
food
should
be
the
flesh
,
and
their
drink
the
gore
,
of
the
victims
whom
they
had
assassinated
upon
earth
!
All
would
be
horrible
—
horrible
!
But
,
heaven
be
thanked
!
such
scenes
are
impossible
;
and
never
can
it
be
given
to
the
shades
of
the
departed
to
revisit
the
haunts
which
they
loved
or
hated
—
adored
or
desecrated
,
upon
earth
!
Newgate
!
—
fearful
name
!
And
Richard
Markham
was
now
in
Newgate
.
He
found
,
when
the
massive
gates
of
that
terrible
prison
closed
behind
him
,
that
the
consciousness
of
innocence
will
not
afford
entire
consolation
,
in
the
dilemma
in
which
unjust
suspicions
may
involve
the
victim
of
circumstantial
evidence
.
He
scarcely
knew
in
what
manner
to
grapple
with
the
difficulties
that
beset
him
;
—
he
dared
not
contemplate
the
probability
of
a
condemnation
to
some
infamous
punishment
;
—
and
he
could
scarcely
hope
for
an
acquittal
in
the
face
of
the
testimony
that
conspired
against
him
.
He
recalled
to
mind
all
the
events
of
his
infancy
and
his
boyish
years
,
and
contrasted
his
present
position
with
that
which
he
once
enjoyed
in
the
society
of
his
father
and
Eugene
.
His
brother
?
—
aye
—
what
had
become
of
his
brother
?
—
that
brother
,
who
had
left
the
paternal
roof
to
seek
his
own
fortunes
,
and
who
had
made
so
strange
an
appointment
for
a
distant
date
,
upon
the
hill-top
where
the
two
trees
were
planted
?
Four
years
and
four
months
had
passed
away
since
the
day
on
which
that
appointment
was
made
;
and
in
seven
years
and
eight
months
it
was
to
be
kept
.
They
were
then
to
compare
notes
of
their
adventures
and
success
in
life
,
and
decide
who
was
the
more
prosperous
of
the
two
,
—
Eugene
,
who
was
dependent
upon
his
own
resources
,
and
had
to
climb
the
ladder
of
fortune
step
by
step
;
—
or
Richard
,
who
,
placed
by
his
father
's
love
half-way
up
that
ladder
,
had
only
to
avail
himself
,
it
would
have
seemed
,
of
his
advantageous
position
to
reach
the
top
at
his
leisure
?
But
,
alas
!
probably
Eugene
was
a
miserable
wanderer
upon
the
face
of
the
earth
;
perhaps
he
was
mouldering
beneath
the
sod
that
no
parental
nor
fraternal
tears
had
watered
;
—
or
haply
he
was
languishing
in
some
loathsome
dungeon
the
doors
of
which
served
as
barriers
between
him
and
all
communion
with
his
fellow-men
!
It
was
strange
—
passing
strange
that
Eugene
had
never
written
since
his
departure
;
and
that
from
the
fatal
evening
of
his
separation
on
the
hill-top
all
traces
of
him
should
have
been
so
suddenly
lost
.
Peradventure
he
had
been
frustrated
in
his
sanguine
expectations
,
at
his
very
outset
in
life
;
—
perchance
he
had
terminated
in
disgust
an
existence
which
was
blighted
by
disappointment
?
Such
were
the
topics
of
Markham
's
thoughts
as
he
walked
up
and
down
the
large
paved
court-yard
belonging
to
that
department
of
the
prison
to
which
he
had
been
consigned
;
—
and
,
of
a
surety
,
they
were
of
no
pleasurable
description
.
Uncertainty
with
regard
to
his
own
fate
—
anxiety
in
respect
to
his
brother
—
and
the
dread
that
his
prospects
in
this
life
were
irretrievably
blighted
—
added
to
a
feverish
impatience
of
a
confinement
totally
unmerited
—
all
these
oppressed
his
mind
.
That
night
he
had
nothing
but
a
basin
of
gruel
and
a
piece
of
bread
for
his
supper
.
He
slept
in
the
same
ward
with
a
dozen
other
prisoners
,
also
awaiting
their
trials
:
his
couch
was
hard
,
cold
,
and
wretched
;
and
he
was
compelled
to
listen
to
the
ribald
talk
and
vaunts
of
villany
of
several
of
his
companions
.
Their
conversation
was
only
varied
by
such
remarks
as
these
:
—
"
Well
,
"
said
one
,
"
I
hope
I
sha
n't
get
before
the
Common-Serjeant
:
he
's
certain
to
give
me
toko
for
yam
.
"
"
I
shall
be
sure
to
go
up
the
first
day
of
sessions
,
and
most
likely
before
the
Recorder
,
as
mine
is
rather
a
serious
matter
,
"
observed
a
second
.
"
He
wo
n't
give
me
more
than
seven
years
of
it
,
I
know
.
"
"
For
my
part
,
"
said
a
third
,
"
I
'd
much
sooner
wait
till
the
Wednesday
,
when
the
Judges
come
down
:
they
never
give
it
so
severe
as
them
City
beaks
.
"
"
I
tell
you
what
,
"
exclaimed
a
fourth
,
"
I
should
n't
like
to
have
my
meat
hashed
at
evening
sittings
before
the
Commissioner
in
the
New
Court
.
He
's
always
so
devilish
sulky
,
because
he
has
been
disturbed
at
his
wine
.
"
"
Well
,
you
talk
of
the
regular
judges
that
come
down
on
the
Wednesday
,
"
cried
a
fifth
;
"
I
can
only
tell
you
that
Baron
Griffin
and
Justice
Spikeman
are
on
the
rota
for
next
sessions
;
and
I
'm
blowed
if
I
would
n't
sooner
go
before
the
Common-Serjeant
a
thousand
times
,
than
have
old
Griffin
meddle
in
my
case
.
Why
—
if
you
only
look
at
him
,
he
'll
transport
you
for
twenty
years
.
"
At
this
idea
all
the
prisoners
who
had
taken
part
in
this
conversation
,
burst
out
into
a
loud
guffaw
—
but
not
a
whit
the
more
hearty
for
being
so
boisterous
.
"
Is
it
possible
,
"
asked
Markham
,
who
had
listened
with
some
interest
to
the
above
discourse
,
—
"
is
it
possible
that
there
can
be
any
advantage
to
a
prisoner
to
be
tried
by
a
particular
judge
?
"
"
Why
,
of
course
there
is
,
"
answered
one
of
the
prisoners
.
"
If
a
swell
like
you
gets
before
Justice
Spikeman
,
he
'll
let
you
off
with
half
or
a
quarter
of
what
the
Recorder
or
Common-Serjeant
would
give
you
:
but
Baron
Griffin
would
give
you
just
double
,
because
you
happened
to
be
well-dressed
.
"
"
Indeed
!
"
ejaculated
Markham
,
whose
ideas
of
the
marvellous
equality
and
admirable
even-handedness
of
English
justice
,
were
a
little
shocked
by
these
revelations
.
"
Oh
!
yes
,
"
continued
his
informant
,
"
all
the
world
knows
these
things
.
If
I
go
before
Spikeman
,
I
shall
plead
Guilty
and
whimper
a
bit
,
and
he
'll
be
very
lenient
indeed
;
but
if
I
'm
heard
by
Griffin
I
'll
let
the
case
take
its
chance
,
because
he
would
n't
be
softened
by
any
show
of
penitence
.
So
you
see
,
in
these
matters
,
one
must
shape
one
's
conduct
according
to
the
judge
that
one
goes
before
.
"
"
I
understand
,
"
said
Markham
:
"
even
justice
is
influenced
by
all
kinds
of
circumstances
.
"
The
conversation
then
turned
upon
the
respective
merits
of
the
various
counsel
practising
at
the
Central
Criminal
Court
.
"
I
have
secured
Whiffins
,
"
said
one
:
"
he
's
a
capital
fellow
—
for
if
he
ca
n't
make
anything
out
of
your
case
,
he
instantly
begins
to
bully
the
judge
.
"
"
Ah
!
but
that
produces
a
bad
effect
,
"
observed
a
second
;
"
and
old
Griffin
would
soon
put
him
down
.
I
've
got
Chearnley
—
he
's
such
a
capital
fellow
to
make
the
witnesses
contradict
themselves
.
"
"
Well
,
I
prefer
Barkson
,
"
exclaimed
a
third
;
"
his
voice
alone
frightens
a
prosecutor
into
fits
.
"
"
Smouch
and
Slike
are
the
worst
,
"
said
a
fourth
:
"
the
judges
always
read
the
paper
or
fall
asleep
when
they
address
them
.
"
"
Yes
—
because
they
are
such
low
fellows
,
and
will
take
a
brief
from
any
one
,
"
exclaimed
a
fifth
;
"
whereas
it
is
totally
contrary
to
etiquette
for
a
barrister
to
receive
instructions
from
any
one
but
an
attorney
.
"
"
The
fact
is
that
such
men
as
Smouch
and
Slike
do
a
case
more
harm
than
good
,
with
the
judges
,
"
observed
a
sixth
.
"
They
have
n't
the
ear
of
the
Court
—
and
that
's
the
real
truth
of
it
.
"
These
remarks
diminished
still
more
the
immense
respect
which
Markham
had
hitherto
entertained
for
English
justice
;
and
he
now
saw
that
the
barrister
who
detailed
plain
and
simple
facts
,
did
not
stand
half
such
a
good
chance
of
saving
his
client
as
the
favoured
one
"
who
possessed
the
ear
of
the
Court
.
"
By
a
very
natural
transition
,
the
discourse
turned
upon
petty
juries
.
"
I
think
it
will
go
hard
with
me
,
"
said
one
,
"
because
I
am
tried
in
the
City
.
I
wish
I
had
been
committed
for
the
Middlesex
Sessions
at
Clerkenwell
.
"
"
Why
so
!
"
demanded
another
prisoner
.
"
Because
,
you
see
,
I
'm
accused
of
robbing
my
master
;
and
as
all
the
jurymen
are
substantial
shopkeepers
,
they
're
sure
to
convict
a
man
in
my
position
,
—
even
if
the
evidence
is
n't
complete
.
"
"
I
'm
here
for
swindling
tradesmen
at
the
West-End
of
the
town
,
"
said
another
.
"
Well
,
"
exclaimed
the
first
speaker
,
"
the
jury
will
let
you
off
if
there
's
the
slightest
pretence
,
because
they
're
all
City
tradesmen
,
and
hate
the
West-End
ones
.
"
"
And
I
'm
here
for
what
is
called
'
a
murderous
assault
upon
a
police-constable
,
'
"
said
a
third
prisoner
.
"
Was
he
a
Metropolitan
or
a
City-Policeman
?
"
"
A
Metropolitan
.
"
"
Oh
!
well
—
you
're
safe
enough
;
the
jury
are
sure
to
believe
that
he
assaulted
you
first
.
"
"
Thank
God
for
that
blessing
!
"
"
I
tell
you
what
goes
a
good
way
with
Old
Bailey
Juries
—
a
good
appearance
.
If
a
poor
devil
,
clothed
in
rags
and
very
ugly
,
appears
at
the
bar
,
the
Foreman
of
the
Jury
just
says
,
'
Well
,
gentlemen
,
I
think
we
may
say
Guilty
;
for
my
part
I
never
saw
such
a
hang-dog
countenance
in
my
life
.
'
But
if
a
well-dressed
and
good-looking
fellow
is
placed
in
the
dock
,
the
Foreman
is
most
likely
to
say
,
'
Well
,
gentlemen
,
far
my
part
I
never
can
nor
will
believe
that
the
prisoner
could
be
guilty
of
such
meanness
:
so
I
suppose
we
may
say
Not
Guilty
,
gentlemen
.
'
"
"
Can
this
be
true
?
"
ejaculated
Markham
.
"
Certainly
it
is
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
I
will
tell
you
more
,
too
.
If
a
prisoner
's
counsel
do
n't
tip
the
jury
plenty
of
soft
sawder
,
and
tell
them
that
they
are
enlightened
Englishmen
,
and
that
they
are
the
main
prop
,
not
only
of
justice
,
but
also
of
the
crown
itself
,
they
will
be
certain
to
find
a
verdict
of
Guilty
.
"
"
What
infamy
!
"
cried
Markham
,
perfectly
astounded
at
these
revelations
.
"
Ah
!
and
what
's
worse
still
,
"
added
his
informant
,
"
is
that
Old
Baily
juries
always
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
convict
those
poor
devils
who
have
no
counsel
.
"
"
And
this
is
the
vaunted
palladium
of
justice
and
liberty
!
"
said
Richard
.
In
this
way
did
the
prisoners
in
Markham
's
ward
contrive
to
pass
away
an
hour
or
two
,
for
they
were
allowed
no
candle
and
no
fire
,
and
had
consequently
been
forced
to
retire
to
their
wretched
couches
immediately
after
dusk
.
The
night
was
thus
painfully
long
and
wearisome
.
Markham
found
upon
enquiry
that
there
were
two
methods
of
living
in
Newgate
.
One
was
to
subsist
upon
the
gaol
allowance
:
the
other
to
provide
for
oneself
.
Those
who
received
the
allowance
were
not
permitted
to
have
beer
,
nor
were
their
friends
suffered
to
add
the
slightest
comfort
to
their
sorry
meals
;
and
those
who
paid
for
their
own
food
,
were
restricted
as
to
quantity
and
quality
.
Such
is
the
treatment
prisoners
experience
before
they
are
tried
;
—
and
yet
there
is
an
old
saying
that
every
one
must
be
deemed
innocent
until
he
be
proved
guilty
.
The
old
saying
is
a
detestable
mockery
!
Of
course
Markham
determined
upon
paying
for
his
own
food
;
and
when
Whittingham
called
in
the
morning
,
he
was
sent
to
make
the
necessary
arrangements
with
the
coffee-house
keeper
in
the
Old
Bailey
who
enjoyed
the
monopoly
of
supplying
that
compartment
of
the
prison
.
The
most
painful
ordeal
which
Richard
had
to
undergo
during
his
captivity
in
Newgate
,
was
his
first
interview
with
Mr.
Monroe
.
This
gentleman
was
profoundly
affected
at
the
situation
of
his
youthful
ward
,
though
not
for
one
moment
did
he
doubt
his
innocence
.
And
here
let
us
mention
another
revolting
humiliation
and
unnecessary
cruelty
to
which
the
untried
prisoner
is
compelled
to
submit
.
In
each
yard
is
a
small
enclosure
,
or
cage
,
of
thick
iron
bars
,
covered
with
wire-work
;
and
beyond
this
fence
,
at
a
distance
of
about
two
feet
,
is
another
row
of
bars
similarly
interwoven
with
wire
.
The
visitor
is
compelled
to
stand
in
this
cage
to
converse
with
his
relative
or
friend
,
who
is
separated
from
him
by
the
two
gratings
.
All
private
discourse
is
consequently
impossible
.
What
can
recompense
the
prisoner
who
is
acquitted
,
for
all
the
mortifications
,
insults
,
indignities
,
and
privations
he
has
undergone
in
Newgate
previous
to
that
trial
which
triumphantly
proclaims
his
innocence
?
Relative
to
the
interview
between
Markham
and
Monroe
,
all
that
it
is
necessary
to
state
is
that
the
young
man
's
guardian
promised
to
adopt
all
possible
means
to
prove
his
innocence
,
and
spare
no
expense
in
securing
the
most
intelligent
and
influential
legal
assistance
.
Mr.
Monroe
moreover
intimated
his
intention
of
removing
the
case
from
the
bands
of
Mac
Chizzle
to
those
of
a
well-known
and
highly
respectable
solicitor
.
Richard
declared
that
he
left
himself
entirely
in
his
guardian
's
hands
,
and
expressed
his
deep
gratitude
for
the
interest
thus
demonstrated
by
that
gentleman
in
his
behalf
.
Thus
terminated
the
first
interview
in
Newgate
between
Markham
and
his
late
father
's
confidential
friend
.
He
felt
somewhat
relieved
by
this
visit
,
and
entertained
strong
hopes
of
being
enabled
to
prove
his
innocence
upon
the
day
of
trial
.
But
it
then
wanted
a
whole
month
to
the
next
sessions
—
thirty
horrible
days
which
he
would
be
compelled
to
pass
in
Newgate
!
CHAPTER
XXVII
.
THE
REPUBLICAN
AND
THE
RESURRECTION
MAN
.
AS
Richard
was
walking
up
and
down
the
yard
,
an
hour
or
two
after
his
interview
with
Mr.
Monroe
,
he
was
attracted
by
the
venerable
appearance
of
an
elderly
gentleman
who
was
also
parading
that
dismal
place
to
and
fro
.
This
individual
was
attired
in
a
complete
suit
of
black
;
and
his
pale
countenance
,
and
long
grey
hair
flowing
over
his
coat-collar
,
were
rendered
the
more
remarkable
by
the
mournful
nature
of
his
garb
.
He
stooped
considerably
in
his
gait
,
and
walked
with
his
hands
joined
together
behind
him
.
His
eyes
were
cast
upon
the
ground
;
and
his
meditations
appeared
to
be
of
a
profound
and
soul-absorbing
nature
.
Markham
immediately
experienced
a
strange
curiosity
to
become
acquainted
with
this
individual
,
and
to
ascertain
the
cause
of
his
imprisonment
.
He
did
not
,
however
,
choose
to
interrupt
that
venerable
man
's
reverie
.
Accident
presently
favoured
his
wishes
,
and
placed
within
his
reach
the
means
of
introduction
to
the
object
of
his
curiosity
.
The
old
gentleman
changed
his
line
of
walk
in
the
spacious
yard
,
and
tripped
over
a
loose
flagstone
.
His
head
came
suddenly
in
contact
with
the
ground
.
Richard
hastened
to
raise
him
up
,
and
conducted
him
to
a
bench
.
The
old
gentleman
was
very
grateful
for
these
attentions
;
and
,
when
he
was
recovered
from
the
effects
of
his
fell
,
he
surveyed
Markham
with
the
utmost
interest
.
"
What
circumstance
has
thrown
you
into
this
vile
den
?
"
he
inquired
,
in
a
pleasant
tone
of
voice
.
Richard
instantly
related
,
from
beginning
to
end
,
those
particulars
with
which
the
reader
is
already
acquainted
.
The
old
man
remained
silent
for
some
minutes
,
and
then
fixed
his
eyes
upon
Markham
in
a
manner
that
seemed
intended
to
read
the
secrets
of
his
soul
.
Richard
did
not
quail
beneath
that
eagle-glance
;
but
a
deep
blush
suffused
his
countenance
.
"
I
believe
you
,
my
boy
—
I
believe
every
word
you
have
uttered
,
"
suddenly
exclaimed
the
stranger
:
"
you
are
the
victim
of
circumstances
;
and
deeply
do
I
commiserate
your
situation
.
"
"
I
thank
you
sincerely
—
most
sincerely
for
your
good
opinion
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
And
now
,
permit
me
to
ask
you
what
has
plunged
you
into
a
gaol
?
No
crime
,
I
feel
convinced
before
you
speak
!
"
"
Never
judge
hastily
,
young
man
,
"
returned
the
old
gentleman
.
"
My
conviction
of
your
innocence
was
principally
established
by
the
very
circumstance
which
would
have
led
others
to
pronounce
in
favour
of
your
guilt
.
You
blushed
—
deeply
blushed
;
but
it
was
not
the
glow
of
shame
:
it
was
the
honest
flush
of
conscious
integrity
unjustly
suspected
.
Now
,
with
regard
to
myself
,
I
know
why
you
imagine
me
to
be
innocent
of
any
crime
;
but
,
remember
that
a
mild
,
peaceable
and
venerable
exterior
frequently
covers
a
heart
eaten
up
with
every
evil
passion
,
and
a
soul
stained
with
every
crime
.
You
were
however
right
in
your
conjecture
relative
to
myself
.
I
am
a
person
accused
of
a
political
offence
—
a
libel
upon
the
government
,
in
a
journal
of
considerable
influence
which
I
conduct
.
I
shall
be
tried
next
session
:
my
sentence
will
not
be
severe
,
perhaps
;
but
it
will
not
be
the
less
unjust
.
I
am
the
friend
of
my
fellow-countrymen
and
my
fellow-creatures
:
the
upright
and
the
enlightened
denominate
me
a
philanthropist
:
my
enemies
denounce
me
as
a
disturber
of
the
public
peace
,
a
seditious
agitator
,
and
a
visionary
.
You
have
undoubtedly
heard
of
Thomas
Armstrong
?
"
"
I
have
not
only
heard
of
you
,
sir
,
"
said
Richard
,
surveying
the
great
Republican
writer
with
profound
admiration
and
respect
,
"
but
I
have
read
your
works
and
your
essays
with
pleasure
and
interest
.
"
"
In
certain
quarters
,
"
continued
Armstrong
,
"
I
am
represented
as
a
character
who
ought
to
be
loathed
and
shunned
by
all
virtuous
and
honest
people
,
—
that
I
am
a
moral
pestilence
,
—
a
social
plague
;
and
that
my
writings
are
only
deserving
of
being
burnt
by
the
hands
of
the
common
hangman
.
The
organs
of
the
rich
and
aristocratic
classes
,
level
every
species
of
coarse
invective
against
me
.
And
yet
,
O
God
!
"
he
added
enthusiastically
,
"
I
only
strive
to
arouse
the
grovelling
spirit
of
the
industrious
millions
to
a
sense
of
the
wrongs
under
which
they
labour
,
and
to
prove
to
them
that
they
were
not
sent
into
this
world
to
lick
the
dust
beneath
the
feet
of
majesty
and
aristocracy
!
"
"
Do
you
not
think
,
"
asked
Richard
,
timidly
,
"
that
you
are
somewhat
in
advance
of
the
age
?
Do
you
not
imagine
that
a
republic
would
be
dangerously
premature
?
"
"
My
dear
youth
,
let
us
not
discuss
this
matter
in
a
den
where
all
our
ideas
are
concentrated
in
the
focus
formed
by
our
misfortunes
.
Let
me
rather
assist
you
with
my
advice
upon
the
mode
of
conduct
you
should
preserve
in
this
prison
,
so
that
you
may
not
become
too
familiar
with
the
common
herd
,
nor
offend
by
being
too
distant
.
"
Mr.
Armstrong
then
proffered
his
counsel
upon
this
point
.
"
I
feel
deeply
indebted
to
you
for
your
kindness
,
"
exclaimed
Markham
:
"
very
—
very
grateful
!
"
"
Grateful
!
"
cried
the
old
man
,
somewhat
bitterly
.
"
Oh
!
how
I
dislike
that
word
!
The
enemies
who
persecute
me
now
,
are
those
who
have
received
the
greatest
favours
from
me
.
But
there
is
one
—
one
whose
treachery
and
base
ingratitude
I
never
can
forget
—
although
I
can
forgive
him
!
Almost
four
years
ago
,
I
accidentally
learnt
that
a
young
man
of
pleasing
appearance
,
genteel
manners
,
and
good
acquirements
,
was
in
a
state
of
the
deepest
distress
,
in
an
obscure
lodging
in
Hoxton
Old
Town
.
I
called
upon
him
:
the
account
which
had
reached
my
ears
was
too
true
.
He
was
bordering
upon
starvation
;
and
—
although
he
assured
me
that
he
had
relations
and
friends
moving
in
a
wealthy
sphere
—
he
declared
that
particular
reasons
,
which
he
implored
me
not
to
dive
into
,
compelled
him
to
refrain
from
addressing
them
.
I
relieved
his
necessities
;
I
gave
him
money
,
and
procured
him
clothes
.
I
then
took
him
as
my
private
secretary
,
and
soon
put
the
greatest
confidence
in
him
.
Alas
!
how
was
I
recompensed
?
He
betrayed
all
my
political
secrets
to
the
government
:
he
literally
sold
me
!
At
length
he
absconded
,
taking
with
him
a
considerable
sum
of
money
,
which
he
abstracted
from
my
desk
.
"
"
How
despicable
!
"
ejaculated
Richard
.
"
That
is
not
all
,
I
met
him
afterwards
,
and
forgave
him
!
"
said
Armstrong
.
"
Ah
!
you
possess
,
sir
,
a
noble
heart
,
"
cried
Richard
:
"
I
hope
that
this
misguided
young
man
gave
sincere
proofs
of
repentance
!
"
"
Oh
!
he
was
very
grateful
!
"
ejaculated
Mr.
Armstrong
,
with
a
satirical
smile
:
"
when
he
heard
that
there
was
a
warrant
issued
for
my
apprehension
,
upon
a
charge
of
libel
on
the
government
,
he
secretly
instructed
the
officers
relative
to
my
private
haunts
,
and
thus
sold
me
again
!
"
"
The
villain
!
"
cried
Markham
,
with
unfeigned
indignation
.
"
Tell
me
his
name
,
that
I
may
avoid
him
as
I
would
a
poisonous
viper
!
"
"
His
name
is
George
Montague
,
"
returned
Mr.
Armstrong
.
"
George
Montague
!
"
cried
Richard
.
"
Do
you
know
him
?
have
you
heard
of
him
before
?
If
you
happen
to
be
aware
of
his
present
abode
—
"
"
You
would
send
and
have
him
arrested
for
the
robbery
of
the
money
in
your
desk
?
"
"
No
—
write
and
assure
him
of
my
forgiveness
once
more
,
"
replied
the
noble-hearted
republican
.
"
But
how
came
you
acquainted
with
his
name
?
"
"
I
have
heard
of
that
young
man
before
,
but
not
in
a
way
to
do
him
honour
.
A
tale
of
robbery
and
seduction
—
of
heartless
cruelty
and
vile
deceit
—
has
been
communicated
to
me
relative
to
this
George
Montague
.
Can
you
forgive
such
a
wretch
as
he
is
?
'
"
From
the
bottom
of
my
heart
,
"
answered
the
republican
.
Markham
gazed
upon
that
venerable
gentleman
with
profound
respect
.
He
remembered
to
have
seen
the
daily
Tory
newspapers
denounce
that
same
old
man
as
"
an
unprincipled
agitator
—
the
enemy
of
his
country
—
the
foe
to
morality
—
a
political
ruffian
—
a
bloody-minded
votary
of
Robespierre
and
Danton
:
"
—
and
he
now
heard
the
sweetest
and
holiest
sentiment
of
Christian
morality
emanate
from
the
lips
of
him
who
had
thus
been
fearfully
represented
.
And
that
sentiment
was
uttered
without
affectation
,
but
with
unequivocal
sincerity
!
For
a
moment
Richard
forgot
his
own
sorrows
and
misfortunes
,
as
he
contemplated
the
benign
and
holy
countenance
of
him
whom
a
certain
class
loved
to
depict
as
a
demon
incarnate
!
The
old
man
did
not
notice
the
interest
which
he
had
thus
excited
,
for
he
had
himself
fallen
into
a
profound
reverie
.
Presently
the
conversation
was
resumed
;
and
the
more
that
Markham
saw
of
the
Republican
,
the
more
did
he
respect
and
admire
him
.
In
the
course
of
the
afternoon
Markham
was
accosted
by
one
of
his
fellow-prisoners
,
who
beckoned
him
aside
in
a
somewhat
mysterious
manner
.
This
individual
was
a
very
short
,
thin
,
cadaverous-looking
man
,
with
coal-black
hair
and
whiskers
,
and
dark
piercing
eyes
half
concealed
beneath
shaggy
brows
of
the
deepest
jet
.
He
was
apparently
about
five-and
thirty
years
of
age
.
His
countenance
was
downcast
;
and
when
he
spoke
,
he
seemed
as
if
he
could
not
support
the
glance
of
the
person
whom
he
addressed
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
seedy
suit
of
black
,
and
wore
an
oil-skin
cap
with
a
large
shade
.
This
person
,
who
was
very
reserved
and
retired
in
his
habits
,
and
seldom
associated
with
his
fellow-prisoners
,
drew
Markham
aside
,
and
said
,
"
I
've
taken
a
liberty
with
your
name
;
but
I
know
you
wo
n't
mind
it
.
In
a
place
like
this
we
must
help
and
assist
each
other
.
"
"
And
in
what
way
—
"
began
Markham
.
"
Oh
!
nothing
very
important
;
only
it
's
just
as
well
to
tell
you
in
case
the
turnkey
says
a
word
about
it
.
The
fact
is
,
I
have
n't
half
enough
to
eat
with
this
infernal
gruel
and
soup
that
they
give
those
who
,
like
me
,
are
forced
to
take
the
gaol
allowance
,
and
my
old
mother
—
who
is
known
by
the
name
of
the
Mummy
—
has
promised
to
send
me
in
presently
a
jolly
good
quartern
loaf
and
three
or
four
pound
of
Dutch
cheese
.
"
"
But
I
thought
that
those
who
took
the
gaol
allowance
were
not
permitted
to
receive
any
food
from
outside
?
"
said
Markham
.
"
That
's
the
very
thing
,
"
said
the
man
:
"
so
I
have
told
the
Mummy
to
direct
the
parcel
to
you
,
as
I
know
that
you
grub
yourself
at
your
own
cost
.
"
"
So
long
as
it
does
not
involve
me
—
—
"
"
No
—
not
in
the
least
,
my
good
fellow
,
"
interrupted
the
other
.
"
And
,
in
return
,
"
he
added
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
,
"
if
I
can
ever
do
you
a
service
,
outside
or
in
,
you
may
reckon
upon
the
Resurrection
Man
.
"
"
The
Resurrection
Man
!
"
ejaculated
Richard
,
appalled
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
at
this
ominous
title
.
"
Yes
—
that
's
my
name
and
profession
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
My
godfathers
and
godmothers
called
me
Anthony
,
and
my
parents
had
previously
blessed
me
with
the
honourable
appellation
of
Tidkins
:
so
you
may
know
me
as
Anthony
Tidkins
,
the
Resurrection
Man
.
"
"
And
are
you
really
—
—
"
began
Richard
,
with
a
partial
shudder
;
"
are
you
really
a
—
—
"
"
A
body-snatcher
?
"
cried
Anthony
;
"
of
course
I
am
—
when
there
's
any
work
to
be
done
;
and
when
there
is
n't
,
then
I
do
a
little
in
another
line
.
"
"
And
what
may
that
be
?
"
demanded
Markham
.
This
time
the
Resurrection
Man
did
look
his
interlocutor
full
in
the
face
;
but
it
was
only
for
a
moment
;
and
he
again
averted
his
glance
in
a
sinister
manner
,
as
he
jerked
his
thumb
towards
the
wall
of
the
yard
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
Crankey
Jem
on
t'other
side
will
tell
you
if
you
ask
him
.
They
would
not
put
us
together
:
no
—
no
,
"
he
added
,
with
a
species
of
chuckle
;
"
they
know
a
trick
worth
two
of
that
.
We
shall
both
be
tried
together
:
fifteen
years
for
him
—
freedom
for
me
!
That
's
the
way
to
do
it
.
"
With
these
words
the
Resurrection
Man
turned
upon
his
heel
,
and
walked
away
to
the
farther
end
of
the
yard
.
We
shall
now
take
leave
of
Markham
for
the
present
:
when
we
again
call
the
reader
's
attention
to
his
case
,
we
shall
find
him
standing
in
the
dock
of
the
Central
Criminal
Court
,
to
take
his
trial
upon
the
grave
accusation
of
passing
forged
notes
.
CHAPTER
XXVIII
.
THE
DUNGEON
.
RETURN
we
now
to
Bill
Bolter
,
the
murderer
,
who
had
taken
refuge
in
the
subterranean
hiding-place
of
the
Old
House
in
Chick
Lane
.
Heavily
and
wearily
did
the
hours
drag
along
.
The
inmate
of
that
terrible
dungeon
was
enabled
to
mark
their
lapse
by
the
deep-mouthed
bell
of
St.
Sepulchre
's
Church
,
on
Snow
Hill
,
the
sound
of
which
boomed
ominously
at
regular
intervals
upon
his
ear
.
That
same
bell
tolls
the
death-note
of
the
convict
on
the
morning
of
his
execution
at
the
debtors
'
door
of
Newgate
.
The
murderer
remembered
this
,
and
shuddered
.
A
faint
—
faint
light
glimmered
through
the
little
grating
at
the
end
of
the
dungeon
;
and
the
man
kept
his
eyes
fixed
upon
it
so
long
,
that
at
length
his
imagination
began
to
conjure
up
phantoms
to
appal
him
.
That
small
square
aperture
became
a
frame
in
which
hideous
countenances
appeared
;
and
then
,
one
gradually
changed
into
another
—
horrible
dissolving
views
that
they
were
!
But
chiefly
he
beheld
before
him
the
tall
gaunt
form
of
his
murdered
wife
—
with
one
eye
smashed
and
bleeding
in
her
head
:
—
the
other
glared
fearfully
upon
him
.
This
phantasmagoria
became
at
length
so
fearful
and
so
real
in
appearance
,
that
the
murderer
turned
his
back
towards
the
little
grating
through
which
the
light
struggled
into
the
dungeon
in
two
long
,
narrow
,
and
oblique
columns
.
But
then
he
imagined
that
there
were
goblins
behind
him
;
and
this
idea
soon
grew
as
insupportable
as
the
first
;
—
so
he
rose
,
and
groped
his
way
up
and
down
that
narrow
vault
—
a
vault
which
might
become
his
tomb
!
This
horrible
thought
never
left
his
memory
.
Even
while
he
reflected
upon
other
things
,
—
amidst
the
perils
which
enveloped
his
career
,
and
the
reminiscences
of
the
dread
deeds
of
which
he
had
been
guilty
,
—
amongst
the
reasons
which
he
assembled
together
to
convince
himself
that
the
hideous
countenances
at
the
grating
did
not
exist
in
reality
,
—
there
was
that
one
idea
—
unmixed
—
definite
—
standing
boldly
out
from
all
the
rest
in
his
imagination
,
—
that
he
might
be
left
to
die
of
starvation
!
At
one
time
the
brain
of
this
wretch
was
excited
to
such
a
pitch
that
he
actually
caught
his
head
in
his
two
hands
,
and
pressed
it
with
all
his
force
—
to
endeavour
to
crush
the
horrible
visions
which
haunted
his
imagination
.
Then
he
endeavoured
to
hum
a
tune
;
but
his
voice
seemed
to
choke
him
.
He
lighted
a
pipe
,
and
sate
and
smoked
;
but
as
the
thin
blue
vapour
curled
upwards
,
in
the
faint
light
of
the
grating
,
it
assumed
shapes
and
forms
appalling
to
behold
.
Spectres
,
clad
in
long
winding
sheets
—
cold
grisly
corpses
,
dressed
in
shrouds
,
seemed
to
move
noiselessly
through
the
dungeon
.
He
laid
aside
the
pipe
;
and
,
in
a
state
of
mind
bordering
almost
upon
frenzy
,
tossed
off
the
brandy
that
had
remained
in
the
flask
.
But
so
full
of
horrible
ideas
was
his
mind
at
that
moment
,
that
it
appeared
to
him
as
if
he
had
been
drinking
blood
!
He
rose
from
his
seat
once
more
,
and
groped
up
and
down
the
dungeon
,
careless
of
the
almost
stunning
blows
which
he
gave
his
head
,
and
the
violent
contusions
which
his
limbs
received
,
against
the
uneven
walls
.
Hark
!
suddenly
voices
fell
upon
his
ears
.
He
listened
with
mingled
fear
and
joy
,
—
fear
of
being
discovered
,
and
joy
at
the
sound
of
human
tones
in
the
midst
of
that
subterranean
solitude
.
Those
voices
came
from
the
lower
window
of
the
dwelling
on
the
other
side
of
the
ditch
.
"
How
silent
and
quiet
everything
has
been
lately
in
the
old
home
opposite
,
"
said
a
female
.
"
Last
night
—
or
rather
early
this
morning
,
I
heard
singing
there
,
"
replied
another
voice
,
which
was
evidently
that
of
a
young
woman
.
Oh
!
never
had
the
human
tones
sounded
so
sweet
and
musical
upon
the
murderer
's
ears
before
!
"
It
is
very
seldom
that
any
one
ever
goes
into
that
old
house
now
,
"
said
the
first
speaker
.
"
Strange
rumours
are
abroad
concerning
it
:
I
heard
that
there
are
subterranean
places
in
which
men
can
conceal
themselves
,
and
no
power
on
earth
could
find
them
save
those
in
the
secret
.
"
"
How
absurd
!
I
was
speaking
to
the
policeman
about
that
very
thing
a
few
days
ago
;
and
he
laughed
at
the
idea
.
He
says
it
is
impossible
;
and
of
course
he
knows
best
.
"
"
I
am
not
so
sure
of
that
.
Who
knows
what
fearful
deeds
have
those
old
walls
concealed
from
human
eye
?
For
my
part
,
I
can
very
well
believe
that
there
are
secret
cells
and
caverns
.
Who
knows
but
that
some
poor
wretch
is
hiding
there
this
very
moment
?
"
"
Perhaps
the
man
that
murdered
his
wife
up
in
Union
Court
.
"
"
Well
—
who
knows
?
But
at
this
rate
we
shall
never
get
on
with
our
work
.
"
The
noise
of
a
window
being
shut
down
fell
upon
the
murderer
's
ears
:
and
he
heard
no
more
.
But
he
had
heard
enough
!
Those
girls
had
spoken
of
him
:
—
they
had
mentioned
him
as
the
man
who
had
murdered
his
wife
.
The
assassination
,
then
,
was
already
known
:
the
dread
deed
was
bruited
abroad
:
—
thousands
and
thousands
of
tongues
had
no
doubt
repeated
the
tale
here
and
there
—
conveying
it
hither
and
thither
—
far
and
wide
!
And
throughout
the
vast
metropolis
was
he
already
spoken
of
as
the
man
who
had
murdered
his
wife
!
And
in
a
few
hours
more
,
would
millions
in
all
parts
hear
of
the
man
who
had
murdered
his
wife
!
And
already
were
the
officers
of
justice
actively
in
search
of
the
man
who
had
murdered
his
wife
!
Heavily
—
heavily
passed
the
hours
.
At
length
the
dungeon
became
pitch
dark
;
and
then
the
murderer
saw
sights
more
appalling
than
when
the
faint
gleam
stole
through
the
grating
.
In
due
time
the
sonorous
voice
of
Saint
Sepulchre
proclaimed
the
hour
of
nine
.
Scarcely
had
the
last
stroke
of
that
iron
tongue
died
upon
the
breeze
,
when
a
noise
at
the
head
of
the
spiral
staircase
fell
upon
the
murderer
's
ears
.
The
trap-door
was
raised
,
and
the
well-known
voice
of
Dick
Flairer
was
heard
.
"
Well
,
Bill
—
alive
or
dead
,
eh
—
old
fellow
!
"
exclaimed
the
burglar
.
"
Alive
—
and
that
's
all
,
Dick
,
"
answered
Bill
Bolter
,
ascending
the
staircase
.
"
My
God
!
how
pale
you
are
,
Bill
,
"
said
Dick
,
the
moment
the
light
of
the
candle
fell
upon
the
countenance
of
the
murderer
as
he
emerged
from
the
trap-door
.
"
Pale
,
Dick
!
"
ejaculated
the
wretch
,
a
shudder
passing
over
his
entire
frame
;
"
I
do
not
believe
I
can
stand
a
night
in
that
infernal
hole
.
"
"
You
must
,
Bill
—
you
must
,
"
said
Flairer
:
"
all
is
discovered
up
in
Union
Court
there
,
and
the
police
are
about
in
all
directions
.
"
"
When
was
it
found
out
?
Tell
me
the
particulars
—
speak
!
"
said
the
murderer
,
with
frenzied
impatience
.
"
Why
,
it
appears
that
the
neighbours
heard
a
devil
of
a
noise
in
your
room
,
but
did
n't
think
nothink
about
it
,
cos
you
and
Polly
used
to
spar
a
bit
now
and
then
.
But
at
last
the
boy
—
Harry
,
I
mean
—
went
down
stairs
and
said
that
his
mother
would
n't
move
,
and
that
his
father
had
gone
away
.
So
up
the
neighbours
went
—
and
then
everything
was
blown
.
The
children
was
sent
to
the
workus
,
and
the
coroner
held
his
inquest
this
afternoon
at
three
.
Harry
was
had
up
before
him
;
and
—
"
"
And
what
?
"
demanded
Bolter
,
hastily
.
"
And
,
in
course
,
"
added
Dick
,
"
the
Coroner
got
out
of
the
boy
ull
the
particklars
:
so
the
jury
returned
a
verdict
—
—
"
"
Of
Wilful
Murder
,
eh
?
"
said
Bill
,
sinking
his
voice
almost
to
a
whisper
.
"
Wilful
Murder
against
William
Bolter
,
"
answered
Dick
,
coolly
.
"
That
little
vagabond
Harry
!
"
cried
the
criminal
—
his
entire
countenance
distorted
with
rage
;
"
I
'll
be
the
death
on
him
!
"
"
There
's
no
news
at
all
about
t'other
affair
up
at
Clapton
,
and
no
stir
made
in
it
at
all
,
"
said
Dick
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
:
"
so
that
there
business
is
all
right
.
But
here
's
a
lot
of
grub
and
plenty
of
lush
,
Bill
:
that
'll
cheer
ye
,
if
nothink
else
will
.
"
"
Dick
!
"
exclaimed
the
murderer
,
"
I
cannot
go
back
into
that
hole
—
I
had
rather
get
nabbed
at
once
.
The
few
hours
I
have
already
been
there
have
nearly
drove
me
mad
;
and
I
ca
n't
—
I
wo
n't
attempt
the
night
in
that
infernal
cold
damp
vault
.
I
feel
as
if
I
was
in
my
coffin
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
best
,
"
said
Dick
,
coolly
.
"
A
hempen
neckcloth
at
Tuck-up
fair
,
and
a
leap
from
a
tree
with
only
one
leaf
,
is
what
you
'll
get
if
you
're
perverse
.
"
"
My
God
—
my
God
!
"
ejaculated
Bolter
,
wringing
his
hands
,
and
throwing
glances
of
extreme
terror
around
the
room
:
"
what
am
I
to
do
?
what
am
I
to
do
?
"
"
Lie
still
down
below
for
a
few
weeks
,
or
go
out
and
be
scragged
,
"
said
Dick
Flairer
.
"
Come
,
Bill
,
be
a
man
;
and
do
n't
take
on
in
this
here
way
.
Besides
,
I
'm
in
a
hurry
,
and
must
be
off
.
I
've
brought
you
enough
grub
for
three
days
,
as
I
sha
n't
come
here
too
often
till
the
business
has
blowed
over
a
little
.
"
Bill
Bolter
took
a
long
draught
from
a
quart
bottle
of
rum
which
his
friend
had
brought
with
him
;
and
he
then
felt
his
spirits
revive
.
Horrible
as
the
prospect
of
a
long
sojourn
in
the
dungeon
appeared
,
it
was
still
preferable
to
the
fearful
doom
which
must
inevitably
follow
his
capture
;
and
,
accordingly
,
the
criminal
once
more
returned
to
his
hiding-place
.
Dick
Flairer
promised
to
return
on
the
third
evening
from
that
time
;
and
the
trap-door
again
closed
over
the
head
of
the
murderer
.
Bolter
supped
off
a
portion
of
the
provisions
which
his
friend
had
brought
him
,
and
then
lay
down
upon
the
hard
stone
bench
to
sleep
.
A
noisome
stench
entered
the
dungeon
from
the
Ditch
,
and
the
rats
ran
over
the
person
of
the
inmate
of
that
subterranean
hole
.
Repose
was
impossible
;
the
miserable
wretch
therefore
sate
up
,
and
began
to
smoke
.
By
accident
he
kicked
his
leg
a
little
way
beneath
the
stone
bench
:
the
heel
of
his
boot
encountered
something
that
yielded
to
the
touch
;
and
a
strange
noise
followed
.
That
noise
was
like
the
rattling
of
bones
!
The
pipe
fell
from
the
man
's
grasp
;
and
he
himself
was
stupefied
with
sudden
terror
.
At
length
,
exercising
immense
violence
over
his
feelings
,
he
determined
to
ascertain
whether
the
horrible
suspicions
which
had
entered
his
mind
,
were
well-founded
or
not
.
He
thrust
his
hand
beneath
the
bench
,
and
encountered
the
mouldering
bones
of
a
human
skeleton
.
With
indescribable
feelings
of
agony
and
horror
he
threw
himself
upon
the
bench
—
his
hair
on
end
,
and
his
heart
palpitating
violently
.
Heaven
only
can
tell
how
he
passed
that
long
weary
night
—
alone
,
in
the
darkness
of
the
dungeon
,
with
his
own
thoughts
,
the
skeleton
of
some
murdered
victim
,
and
the
vermin
that
infected
the
subterranean
hole
.
He
slept
not
a
wink
throughout
those
live-long
hours
,
the
lapse
of
which
was
proclaimed
by
the
voice
of
Saint
Sepulchre
's
solemn
and
deep
toned
bell
.
And
none
who
heard
the
bell
during
that
night
experienced
feelings
of
such
intense
anguish
and
horror
as
the
murderer
in
his
lurking-hole
.
Not
even
the
neighbouring
prison
of
Newgate
,
nor
the
hospital
of
Saint
Bartholomew
,
nor
the
death-bed
of
a
parent
,
knew
mental
suffering
so
terrible
as
that
which
wrung
the
heart
of
this
guilty
wretch
.
The
morning
dawned
;
and
the
light
returned
to
the
dungeon
.
The
clock
had
just
struck
eight
,
and
the
murderer
was
endeavouring
to
force
a
mouthful
of
food
down
his
throat
,
when
the
voice
of
a
man
in
the
street
fell
upon
his
ear
.
He
drew
close
up
to
the
grating
,
and
clearly
heard
the
following
announcement
:
—
"
Here
is
a
full
and
perfect
account
of
the
horrible
assassination
committed
by
the
miscreant
William
Bolter
,
upon
the
person
of
his
wife
;
with
a
portrait
of
the
murderer
,
and
a
representation
of
the
room
as
it
appeared
when
the
deed
was
first
discovered
by
a
neighbour
.
Only
one
Penny
!
The
fullest
and
most
perfect
account
—
only
one
Penny
!
"
A
pause
ensued
,
and
then
the
voice
,
bawling
more
lustily
than
before
,
continued
thus
:
—
"
A
full
and
perfect
account
of
the
bloody
and
cruel
murder
in
Upper
Union
Court
;
showing
how
the
assassin
first
dashed
out
one
of
his
victim
's
eyes
,
and
then
fractured
her
skull
upon
the
floor
.
Only
one
Penny
,
together
with
a
true
portrait
of
the
murderer
,
for
whose
apprehension
a
reward
of
One
Hundred
Pounds
is
offered
!
Only
one
Penny
!
"
"
A
reward
of
one
hundred
pounds
!
"
cried
another
voice
:
"
my
eye
!
how
I
should
like
to
find
him
!
"
"
Would
n't
I
precious
soon
give
him
up
!
"
ejaculated
a
third
.
"
I
wonder
whereabouts
he
is
,
"
said
a
fourth
.
"
No
doubt
that
he
has
run
away
—
perhaps
to
America
—
perhaps
to
France
.
"
"
That
shews
how
much
you
know
about
such
things
,
"
said
a
fifth
speaker
.
"
It
is
a
very
strange
fact
,
that
murderers
always
linger
near
the
scene
of
their
crime
;
they
are
attracted
towards
it
,
seemingly
,
as
the
moth
is
to
the
candle
.
Now
,
for
my
part
,
I
should
n't
at
all
wonder
if
the
miscreant
was
within
a
hundred
yards
of
us
at
the
present
moment
.
"
"
Only
one
Penny
!
The
fullest
and
most
perfect
account
of
the
horrible
and
bloody
murder
—
—
"
The
itinerant
vender
of
pamphlets
passed
on
,
followed
by
the
crowd
which
his
vociferations
had
collected
;
and
his
voice
soon
ceased
to
break
the
silence
of
the
morning
.
Bolter
sank
down
upon
the
stone
bench
,
a
prey
to
maddening
feelings
and
fearful
emotions
.
A
hundred
pounds
were
offered
for
his
capture
!
Such
a
sum
might
tempt
even
Dick
Flairer
or
Tom
the
Cracksman
to
betray
him
.
Instinctively
he
put
his
fingers
to
his
neck
,
to
feel
if
the
rope
were
there
yet
,
and
he
shook
his
head
violently
to
ascertain
if
he
were
hanging
on
a
gibbet
,
or
could
still
control
his
motions
.
The
words
"
miscreant
,
"
"
horrible
and
bloody
murder
,
"
and
"
portrait
of
the
assassin
,
"
still
rang
in
his
ears
—
loud
—
sonorous
—
deep
—
and
with
a
prolonged
echo
like
that
of
a
bell
!
Already
were
men
speculating
upon
his
whereabouts
,
and
anxious
for
his
apprehension
—
some
for
the
reward
,
others
to
gratify
a
morbid
curiosity
:
already
were
the
newspapers
,
the
cheap
press
,
and
the
pamphleteers
busy
with
his
name
.
None
now
mentioned
him
save
as
the
miscreant
William
Bolter
.
Oh
!
if
he
could
but
escape
to
some
foreign
land
,
—
if
he
could
but
avoid
the
ignominious
consequences
of
his
crime
in
this
,
—
he
would
dedicate
the
remainder
of
his
days
to
penitence
,
—
he
would
toil
from
the
dawn
of
morning
till
sunset
to
obtain
the
bread
of
honesty
,
—
he
would
use
every
effort
,
exert
every
nerve
to
atone
for
the
outrage
he
had
committed
upon
the
laws
of
society
!
But
—
no
!
it
was
too
late
.
The
blood-hounds
of
the
law
were
already
upon
his
track
.
An
hour
passed
away
;
and
during
that
interval
the
murderer
sought
to
compose
himself
by
means
of
his
pipe
and
the
rum-bottle
:
but
he
could
not
banish
the
horrible
ideas
which
haunted
him
.
Suddenly
a
strange
noise
fell
upon
his
ear
.
The
blood
appeared
to
run
cold
to
his
very
heart
in
a
refluent
tide
;
for
the
steps
of
many
feet
,
and
the
sounds
of
many
voices
,
echoed
through
the
old
house
.
The
truth
instantly
flashed
to
his
mind
:
the
police
had
entered
the
premises
.
With
hair
standing
on
end
,
eye-balls
glaring
,
and
forehead
bathed
in
perspiration
,
the
murderer
sate
motionless
upon
the
cold
stone
bench
—
afraid
even
to
breathe
.
Every
moment
he
expected
to
hear
the
trap-door
at
the
head
of
the
spiral
staircase
move
:
but
several
minutes
elapsed
,
and
his
fears
in
this
respect
were
not
accomplished
.
At
length
he
heard
a
sound
as
of
a
body
falling
heavily
;
and
then
a
voice
almost
close
to
him
fell
upon
his
ear
.
The
reader
will
remember
that
the
vault
in
which
he
was
concealed
,
joined
the
cellar
from
whence
Walter
Sydney
had
escaped
.
The
officers
had
entered
that
cellar
by
means
of
the
trap-door
in
the
floor
of
the
room
immediately
above
it
.
Bolter
could
overhear
their
entire
conversation
.
"
Well
,
this
is
a
strange
crib
,
this
is
,
"
said
one
.
"
Show
the
bull's-eye
up
in
that
farther
corner
:
there
may
be
a
door
in
one
of
them
dark
nooks
.
"
"
It
will
jist
end
as
I
said
it
would
,
"
exclaimed
another
:
"
the
feller
would
n't
be
sich
a
fool
as
to
come
to
a
place
that
's
knowed
to
the
Force
as
one
of
bad
repute
.
"
"
I
did
n't
think
,
myself
,
there
was
much
good
in
coming
to
search
this
old
crib
:
but
the
inspector
said
yes
,
and
so
we
could
n't
say
no
.
"
"
Let
's
be
off
:
the
cold
of
this
infernal
den
strikes
to
my
very
bones
.
But
I
say
—
that
there
shelving
board
that
we
first
lighted
on
in
getting
down
,
is
n't
made
to
help
people
to
come
here
alive
.
"
"
Turn
the
bull's-eye
more
on
it
.
"
"
Now
can
you
see
?
"
"
Yes
—
plain
enough
.
It
leads
to
a
hole
that
looks
on
the
ditch
.
But
the
plank
is
quite
old
and
rotten
;
so
I
dare
say
it
was
put
there
for
some
purpose
or
another
a
long
time
ago
.
Pr'aps
the
thieves
used
to
convey
their
swag
through
that
there
hole
into
a
boat
in
the
ditch
,
and
—
—
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
interrupted
the
other
policeman
:
"
it
was
n't
swag
that
they
tumbled
down
the
plank
into
the
Fleet
:
it
was
stiff
'
uns
.
"
"
Very
likely
.
But
there
ca
n't
be
any
of
that
kind
of
work
ever
going
on
now
:
so
let
's
be
off
.
"
The
murderer
in
the
adjoining
vault
could
hear
the
policemen
climb
up
the
plank
towards
the
trap-door
;
and
in
a
few
minutes
profound
silence
again
reigned
throughout
the
old
house
.
This
time
he
had
escaped
detection
;
and
yet
the
search
was
keen
and
penetrating
.
The
apparent
safety
of
his
retreat
restored
him
to
something
like
good
spirits
;
and
he
began
to
calculate
the
chances
which
he
imagined
to
exist
for
and
against
the
probability
of
his
escape
from
the
hands
of
justice
.
"
There
is
but
five
men
in
the
world
as
knows
of
this
hiding-place
,
"
he
said
to
himself
;
"
and
them
is
myself
,
Dick
Flairer
,
Crankey
Jem
,
the
Resurrection
Man
,
and
Tom
the
Cracksman
.
As
for
me
,
I
'm
here
—
that
's
one
what
wo
n't
blab
.
Dick
Flairer
is
n't
likely
to
sell
a
pal
:
Tom
the
Cracksman
I
'd
rely
on
even
if
he
was
on
the
rack
.
Crankey
Jem
is
staunch
to
the
backbone
;
besides
,
he
's
in
the
Jug
:
so
is
the
Resurrection
Man
.
They
ca
n't
do
much
harm
there
.
I
think
I
'm
tolerably
safe
;
and
as
for
frightening
myself
about
ghosts
and
goblins
—
—
"
He
was
suddenly
interrupted
by
the
rattling
of
the
bones
beneath
the
stone-bench
.
He
started
;
and
a
profuse
perspiration
instantly
broke
out
upon
his
forehead
.
A
huge
rat
had
disturbed
those
relics
of
mortality
;
but
this
little
incident
tended
to
hurl
the
murderer
back
again
into
all
that
appalling
gloominess
of
thought
from
which
he
had
for
a
moment
seemed
to
be
escaping
.
Time
wore
on
:
and
heavily
and
wearily
still
passed
the
hours
.
At
length
darkness
again
came
down
upon
the
earth
:
the
light
of
the
little
grating
disappeared
;
and
the
vault
was
once
more
enveloped
in
the
deepest
obscurity
.
The
murderer
ate
a
mouthful
,
and
then
endeavoured
to
compose
himself
to
sleep
,
for
he
was
worn
out
mentally
and
bodily
.
The
clock
of
Saint
Sepulchre
's
proclaimed
the
hour
of
seven
,
as
he
awoke
from
a
short
and
feverish
slumber
.
He
thought
he
heard
a
voice
calling
him
in
in
his
dreams
;
and
when
he
started
up
he
listened
with
affright
.
"
Bill
—
are
you
asleep
?
"
It
was
not
,
then
,
a
dream
:
a
human
voice
addressed
him
in
reality
.
"
Bill
—
why
do
n't
you
answer
?
"
said
the
voice
.
"
It
's
only
me
!
"
Bolter
suddenly
felt
relieved
of
an
immense
load
;
it
was
his
friend
Dick
who
was
calling
him
from
the
little
trap-door
.
He
instantly
hurried
up
the
staircase
,
and
was
surprised
to
find
that
there
was
no
light
in
the
room
.
"
My
dear
feller
,
"
said
Dick
,
in
a
hurried
tone
,
"
I
did
n't
mean
to
come
back
so
soon
again
,
but
me
and
Tom
is
a-going
to
do
a
little
business
together
down
Southampton
way
—
someot
that
he
has
been
told
of
;
and
as
we
may
be
away
a
few
days
,
I
thought
I
'd
better
come
this
evenin
'
with
a
fresh
supply
.
Here
's
plenty
of
grub
,
and
rum
,
and
bakker
.
"
"
Well
,
this
is
a
treat
—
to
hear
a
friendly
voice
again
so
soon
,
"
said
Bill
;
—
"
but
why
the
devil
do
n't
you
light
the
candle
?
"
"
I
'm
a-going
to
do
it
now
,
"
returned
Dick
;
and
he
struck
a
lucifer-match
as
he
spoke
.
"
I
thought
I
would
n't
show
a
light
here
sooner
than
was
necessary
;
and
we
must
not
keep
it
burning
too
long
;
cos
there
may
be
chinks
in
them
shutters
,
and
I
des
say
the
blue-bottles
is
on
the
scent
.
"
"
They
come
and
searched
the
whole
place
this
mornin
'
,
"
said
Bill
:
"
but
they
did
n't
smell
me
though
.
"
"
Then
you
're
all
safe
now
,
my
boy
,
"
cried
Dick
.
"
Here
,
look
alive
—
take
this
basket
,
and
pitch
it
down
the
stairs
:
it
's
well
tied
up
,
and
chock
full
of
cold
meat
and
bread
.
Put
them
two
bottles
into
your
pocket
:
there
—
that
's
right
.
Now
—
do
you
want
anythink
else
?
"
"
Yes
—
a
knife
.
I
was
forced
to
gnaw
my
food
like
a
dog
for
want
of
one
.
"
"
Here
you
are
,
"
said
Dick
;
and
,
taking
a
knife
from
the
secret
cupboard
between
the
windows
,
he
handed
it
to
his
friend
.
"
Now
are
you
all
right
?
"
"
Quite
—
that
is
,
as
right
as
a
feller
in
my
sitivation
can
be
.
You
wo
n't
forget
to
come
—
—
"
Bolter
was
standing
within
two
or
three
steps
from
the
top
of
the
staircase
;
and
the
greater
part
of
his
body
was
consequently
above
the
trap-door
.
He
stopped
suddenly
short
in
the
midst
of
his
injunction
to
his
companion
,
and
staggered
in
such
a
way
that
he
nearly
lost
his
footing
.
His
eye
had
caught
sight
of
a
human
countenance
peering
from
behind
the
half-open
door
of
the
room
.
"
Damnation
!
"
exclaimed
the
murderer
:
"
I
'm
sold
at
last
!
"
—
and
,
rushing
up
the
steps
,
he
fell
upon
Dick
Flairer
with
the
fury
of
a
tiger
.
At
the
same
moment
four
or
five
officers
darted
into
the
room
:
—
but
they
were
too
late
to
prevent
another
dreadful
deed
of
blood
.
Bolter
had
plunged
the
knife
which
he
held
in
his
hand
,
into
the
heart
of
Dick
Flairer
,
the
burglar
.
The
blow
was
given
with
fatal
effect
:
the
unfortunate
wretch
uttered
a
horrible
cry
,
and
fell
at
the
feet
of
his
assassin
,
stone
dead
.
"
Villain
!
what
have
you
done
?
"
ejaculated
the
serjeant
who
headed
the
little
detachment
of
police
.
"
I
've
drawn
the
claret
of
the
rascal
that
nosed
upon
me
,
"
returned
Bolter
doggedly
.
"
You
were
never
more
mistaken
in
your
life
,
"
said
the
serjeant
.
"
How
—
what
do
you
mean
?
Was
n't
it
that
scoundrel
Dick
that
chirped
against
me
?
"
"
No
—
ten
thousand
times
No
!
"
cried
the
officer
:
"
it
was
a
prisoner
in
Newgate
who
split
upon
this
hiding
place
.
Somehow
or
another
he
heard
of
the
reward
offered
to
take
you
;
and
he
told
the
governor
the
whole
secret
of
the
vault
.
Without
knowing
whether
we
should
find
you
here
or
not
,
we
came
to
search
it
.
"
"
Then
it
was
the
Resurrection
Man
who
betrayed
me
after
all
!
"
exclaimed
Bolter
;
and
,
dashing
the
palms
of
his
two
hands
violently
