the temple clock struck the hour of meeting, and johanna looked anxiously around her for any one who should seem to her to bear the appearance of being such a person as she might suppose mark ingestrie would choose for his messenger.

she turned her eyes towards the gate, for she thought she heard it close, and then she saw a gentlemanly-looking man, attired in a cloak, and who was looking around him, apparently in search of some one.

when his eye fell upon her he immediately produced from beneath his cloak a white rose, and in another minute they met.

"i have the honour," he said, "of speaking to miss johanna oakley?"

"yes, sir; and you are mark ingestrie's messenger?"

"i am; that is to say, i am he who comes to bring you news of mark ingestrie, although i grieve to say i am not the messenger that was expressly deputed by him so to do."

"oh! sir, your looks are sad and serious; you seem as if you would announce that some misfortune had occurred. tell me that it is not so; speak to me at once, or my heart will break!"

"compose yourself, lady, i pray you."

"i cannot—dare not do so, unless you tell me he lives. tell me that mark ingestrie lives, and then i shall be all patience: tell me that, and you shall not hear a murmur from me. speak the word at once—at once! it is cruel, believe me, it is cruel to keep me in this suspense."

"this is one of the saddest errands i ever came upon," said the stranger, as he led johanna to a seat. "recollect, lady, what creatures of accident and chance we are—recollect how the slightest circumstances will affect us, in driving us to the confines of despair, and remember by how frail a tenure the best of us hold existence."

"no more—no more!" shrieked johanna, as she clasped her hands—"i know all now, and am desolate."

she let her face drop upon her hands, and shook as with a convulsion of grief.

"mark, mark!" she cried, "you have gone from me! i thought not this—i thought not this. oh, heaven! why have i lived so long as to have the capacity to listen to such fearful tidings? lost—lost—all lost! god of heaven! what a wilderness the world is now to me!"

"let me pray you, lady, to subdue this passion of grief, and listen truly to what i shall unfold to you. there is much to hear and much to speculate upon; and if, from all that i have learnt, i cannot, dare not tell you that mark ingestrie lives, i likewise shrink from telling you he is no more."

"speak again—say those words again! there is hope, then—oh, there is a hope!"

"there is a hope; and better is it that your mind should receive the first shock of the probability of the death of him whom you have so anxiously expected, and then afterwards, from what i shall relate to you, gather hope that it may not be so, than that from the first you should expect too much, and then have those expectations rudely destroyed."

"it is so—it is so; this is kind of you, and if i cannot thank you as i ought, you will know that it is because i am in a state of too great affliction so to do, and not from want of will; you will understand that—i am sure you will understand that."

"make no excuses to me. believe me, i can fully appreciate all that you would say, and all that you must feel. i ought to tell you who i am, that you may have confidence in what i have to relate to you. my name is jeffery, and i am a colonel in the indian army."

"i am much beholden to you, sir; but you bring with you a passport to my confidence, in the name of mark ingestrie, which is at once sufficient. i live again in the hope that you have given me of his continued existence, and in that hope i will maintain a cheerful resignation that shall enable me to bear up against all you have to tell me, be it what it may, and with a feeling that through much suffering there may come joy at last. you shall find me very patient, ay, extremely patient—so patient that you shall scarcely see the havoc that grief has already made here."

she pressed her hands upon her breast as she spoke, and looked in his face with such an expression of tearful melancholy that it was quite heartrending to witness it; and he, although not used to the melting mood, was compelled to pause for a few moments ere he could proceed in the task he had set himself.

"i will be as brief," he said, "as possible, consistent with stating all that is requisite for me to state, and i must commence by asking you if you are aware under what circumstances it was that mark ingestrie was abroad?"

"i am aware of so much, that a quarrel with his uncle, mr. grant, was the great cause, and that his main endeavour was to better his fortunes, so that we might be happy, and independent of those who looked not with an eye of favour upon our projected union."

"yes, but, what i meant was, were you aware of the sort of adventure he embarked in to the indian seas?"

"no, i know nothing further; we met here on this spot, we parted at yonder gate, and we have never met again."

"then i have something to tell you, in order to make the narrative clear and explicit."

they both sat upon the garden seat; and while johanna fixed her eyes upon her companion's face, expressive as it was of the most generous emotions and noble feelings, he commenced relating to her the incidents which never left her memory, and in which she took so deep an interest.

"you must know," he said, "that what it was which so much inflamed the imagination of mark ingestrie, consisted in this. there came to london a man with a well-authenticated and extremely well put together report, that there had been discovered, in one of the small islands near the indian seas, a river which deposited an enormous quantity of gold-dust in its progress to the ocean. he told his story so well, and seemed to be such a perfect master of all the circumstances connected with it, that there was scarcely room for a doubt upon the subject. the thing was kept quiet and secret; and a meeting was held of some influential men—influential on account of the money they possessed, among whom was one who had towards mark ingestrie most friendly feelings; so mark attended the meeting with this friend of his, although he felt his utter incapacity, from want of resources, to take any part in the affair. but he was not aware of what his friend's generous intentions were in the matter until they were explained to him, and they consisted in this:—he, the friend, was to provide the necessary means for embarking in the adventure, so far as regarded taking a share in it, and he told mark ingestrie that, if he would go personally on the expedition, he should share in the proceeds with him, be they what they might. now, to a young man like ingestrie, totally destitute of personal resources, but of ardent and enthusiastic temperament, you can imagine how extremely tempting such an offer was likely to be. he embraced it at once with the greatest pleasure, and from that moment he took an interest in the affair of the closest and most powerful description. it seized completely hold of his imagination, presenting itself to him in the most tempting colours; and from the description that has been given me of his enthusiastic disposition, i can well imagine with what kindness and impetuosity he would enter into such an affair."

"you know him well?" said johanna, gently.

"no, i never saw him. all that i say concerning him is from the description of another who did know him well, and who sailed with him in the vessel that ultimately left the port of london on the vague and wild adventure i have mentioned."

"that one, be he who he may, must have known mark ingestrie well, and have enjoyed much of his confidence to be able to describe him so accurately."

"i believe that such was the case; and it is from the lips of that one, instead of from mine, that you ought to have heard what i am now relating. that gentleman, whose name was thornhill, ought to have made to you this communication; but by some strange accident it seems he has been prevented, or you would not be here listening to me upon a subject which would have come better from his lips."

"and was he to have come yesterday to me?"

"he was."

"then mark ingestrie kept his word; and but for the adverse circumstances which delayed his messenger, i should yesterday have heard what you are now relating to me. i pray you go on, sir, and pardon this interruption."

"i need not trouble you with all the negotiations, the trouble, and the difficulty that arose before the expedition could be started fairly—suffice it to say, that at length, after much annoyance and trouble, it was started, and a vessel was duly chartered and manned for the purpose of proceeding to the indian seas in search of the treasure, which was reported to be there for the first adventurer who had the boldness to seek it."

"it was a gallant vessel. i saw it many a mile from england ere it sunk beneath the waves, never to rise again."

"sunk!"

"yes; it was an ill-fated ship, and it did sink; but i must not anticipated—let me proceed in my narrative with regularity. the ship was called the star; and if those who went with it looked upon it as the star of their destiny, they were correct enough, and it might be considered an evil star for them, inasmuch as nothing but disappointment and bitterness became their ultimate portion. and mark ingestrie, i am told, was the most hopeful man on board. already in imagination he could fancy himself homeward-bound with the vessel, ballasted and crammed with the rich produce of that shining river. already he fancied what he could do with his abundant wealth, and i have not a doubt but that, in common with many who went on that adventure, he enjoyed to the full the spending of the wealth he should obtain in imagination—perhaps, indeed, more than if he had obtained it in reality. among the adventurers was one thornhill, who had been a lieutenant in the royal navy, and between him and young ingestrie there arose a remarkable friendship—a friendship so strong and powerful, that there can be no doubt that they communicated to each other all their hopes and fears; and if anything could materially tend to beguile the tedium of such a weary voyage as those adventurers had undertaken, it certainly would be the free communication and confidential intercourse between two such kindred spirits as thornhill and mark ingestrie. you will bear in mind, miss oakley, that in making this communication to you, i am putting together what i myself heard at different times, so as to make it for you a distinct narrative, which you can have no difficulty in comprehending, because, as i before stated, i never saw mark ingestrie, and it was only once, for about five minutes, that i saw the vessel in which he went upon his perilous adventure—for perilous it turned out to be—to the indian seas. it was from thornhill i got my information during the many weary and monotonous hours consumed in a home-bound voyage from india. it appears that without accident or cross of any description the star reached the indian ocean, and the supposed immediate locality of the spot where the treasure was to be found, and there she was spoken with by a vessel homeward-bound from india, called the neptune. it was evening, and the sun had sunk in the horizon with some appearances that betokened a storm. i was on board that indian vessel; we did not expect anything serious, although we made every preparation for rough weather, and as it turned out, it was well indeed we did, for never within the memory of the oldest seamen, had such a storm ravished the coast. a furious gale, which it was impossible to withstand, drove us southward; and but for the utmost precautions, aided by courage and temerity on the part of the seamen, such as i had never before witnessed in the merchant-service, we escaped with trifling damage, but we were driven at least 200 miles out of our course; and instead of getting, as we ought to have done, to the cape by a certain time, we were an immense distance eastward of it. it was just as the storm, which lasted three nights and two days, began to abate, that towards the horizon we saw a dull red light; and as it was not in a quarter of the sky where any such appearance might be imagined, nor were we in a latitude where electro-phenomena might be expected, we steered toward it, surmising what turned out afterwards to be fully correct."

"it was a ship on fire!" said johanna.

"it was."

"alas! alas! i guessed it. a frightful suspicion from the first crossed my mind. it was a ship on fire, and that ship was—"

the star was bound upon its adventurous course, although driven far out of it by adverse winds and waves. after about half an hour's sailing we came within sight distinctly of a blazing vessel. we could hear the roar of the flames, and through our glasses we could see them curling up the cordage, and dancing from mast to mast, like fiery serpents, exulting in the destruction they were making. we made all sail, and strained every inch of canvas to reach the ill-fated vessel, for distances at sea that look small are in reality very great, and an hour's hard sailing in a fair wind, with every stitch of canvas set, would not do more than enable us to reach that ill-fated bark; but fancy in an hour what ravages the flames might make! the vessel was doomed. the fiat had gone forth that it was to be among the things that had been; and long before we could reach the spot upon which it floated idly on the now comparatively calm waters, we saw a bright shower of sparks rush up into the air. then came a loud roaring sound over the surface of the deep, and all was still—the ship had disappeared, and the water closed over it for ever."

"but how knew you," said johanna, as she clasped her hands, and the pallid expression of her countenance betrayed the deep interest she took in the narration, "how knew you that the ship was the star? might it not have been some other ill-fated vessel that met with so dreadful a fate?"

"i will tell you: although we had seen the ship go down, we kept on our course, straining every effort to reach the spot, with the hope of picking up some of the crew, who surely had made an effort by the boats to leave the burning vessel. the captain of the indiaman kept his glass at his eye, and presently he said to me,—'there is a floating piece of wreck, and something clinging to it; i know not if there be a man, but what i can perceive seems to me to be the head of a dog.' i looked through the glass myself, and saw the same object; but as we neared it, we found it was a large piece of the wreck, with a dog and a man supported by it, who were clinging with all the energy of desperation. in ten minutes more we had them on board the vessel—the man was the lieutenant thornhill i have before mentioned, and the dog belonged to him. he related to us that the ship, we had seen burning was the star; and that it had never reached its destination, and that he believed all had perished but himself and the dog; for, although one of the boats had been launched, so desperate a rush was made into it by the crew that it had swamped, and all perished. such was his own state of exhaustion, that, after he had made this short statement, it was some days before he left his hammock; but when he did, and began to mingle with us, we found an intelligent, cheerful companion—such a one, indeed, as we were glad to have on board, and in confidence he related to the captain and myself the object of the voyage of the star, and the previous particulars with which i have made you acquainted. and then, during a night-watch, when the soft and beautiful moonlight was more than usually inviting, and he and i were on the deck, enjoying the coolness of the night, after the intense heat of the day in the tropics, he said to me,—'i have a very sad mission to perform when i get to london. on board our vessel was a young man named mark ingestrie; and some short time before the vessel in which we were went down, he begged of me to call upon a young lady named johanna oakley, the daughter of a spectacle-maker in london, providing i should be saved and he perish; and of the latter event, he felt so strong a presentiment that he gave me a string of pearls, which i was to present to her in his name; but where he got them i have not the least idea, for they are of immense value.' mr. thornhill showed me the pearls, which were of different sizes, roughly strung together, but of great value; and when we reached the river thames, which was only three days since, he left us with his dog, carrying his string of pearls with him, to find out where you reside."

"alas! he never came."

"no; from all the inquiries we can make, and all the information we can learn, it seems he disappeared somewhere about fleet-street."

"disappeared!"

"yes; we can trace him to the temple-stairs, and from thence to the barber' shop, kept by a man named sweeny todd; but beyond there no information of him can be obtained."

"sweeny todd!"

"yes; and what makes the affair more extraordinary, is, that neither force nor persuasion will induce thornhill's dog to leave the place."

"i saw it—i saw the creature, and it looked imploringly, although kindly, in my face; but little did i think, when i paused a moment to look upon that melancholy but faithful animal, that it held a part in my destiny. oh! mark ingestrie, mark ingestrie, dare i hope that you live when all else have perished?"

"i have told you all that i can tell you, and, according as your own judgment may dictate to you, you can encourage hope, or extinguish it for ever. i have kept back nothing from you which can make the affair worse or better—i have added nothing; but you have it simply as it was told to me."

"he is lost—he is lost."

"i am one, lady, who always thinks certainty of any sort preferable to suspense; and although, while there is no positive news of death, the continuance of life ought fairly to be assumed, yet you must perceive, from a review of all the circumstances, upon how very slender a foundation all our hopes must rest."

"i have no hope—i have no hope—he is lost to me for ever! it were madness to think he lived. oh, mark, mark! and is this the end of all our fond affection? did i indeed look my last upon that face, when on this spot we parted?"

"the uncertainty," said colonel jeffery, wishing to withdraw as much as possible from a consideration of her own sorrows, "the uncertainty, too, that prevails with regard to the fate of poor mr. thornhill, is a sad thing. i much fear that those precious pearls he had, have been seen by some one who has not scrupled to obtain possession of them by his death."

"yes, it would seem so indeed; but what are pearls to me? oh! would that they had sunk to the bottom of that indian sea, from whence they had been plucked. alas, alas! it has been their thirst for gain that has produced all these evils. we might have been poor here, but we should have been happy. rich we ought to have been, in contentment; but now all is lost, and the world to me can present nothing that is to be desired, but one small spot large enough to be my grave."

she leant upon the arm of the garden-seat, and gave herself up to such a passion of tears that colonel jeffery felt he dared not interrupt her. there is something exceeding sacred about real grief which awes the beholder, and it was with an involuntary feeling of respect that colonel jeffery stepped a few paces off, and waited until that burst of agony had passed away. it was during those brief moments that he overheard some words uttered by one who seemed likewise to be suffering from that prolific source of all affliction, disappointed affection. seated at some short distance was a maiden, and one not young enough to be called a youth, but still not far enough advanced in existence to have had all his better feelings crushed by an admixture with the cold world, and he was listening while the maiden spoke.

"it is the neglect," she said, "which touched me to the heart. but one word spoken or written, one message of affection, to tell me that the memory of a love i thought would be eternal, still lingered in your heart, would have been a world of consolation; but it came not, and all was despair."

"listen to me," said her companion, "and if ever in this world you can believe that one who truly loves can be cruel to be kind, believe that i am that one. i yielded for a time to the fascination of a passion which should never have found a home within my heart; but yet it was far more of a sentiment than a passion, inasmuch as never for one moment did an evil thought mingle with its pure aspirations.

"it was a dream of joy, which for a time obliterated a remembrance that ought never to have been forgotten; but when i was rudely awakened to the fact that those whose opinions were of importance to your welfare and your happiness knew nothing of love, but in its grossest aspect, it became necessary at once to crush a feeling, which, in its continuance, could shadow forth nothing but evil."

"you may not imagine, and you may never know—for i cannot tell the heart-pangs that it has cost me to persevere in a line of conduct which i felt was due to you—whatever heart-pangs it might cost me. i have been content to imagine that your affection would turn to indifference, perchance to hatred; that a consciousness of being slighted would arouse in your defence all a woman's pride, and that thus you would be lifted above regret. farewell for ever! i dare not love you honestly and truly; and better is it thus to part than to persevere in a delusive dream that can but terminate in degradation and sadness."

"do you hear those words?" whispered colonel jeffery to johanna. "you perceive that others suffer, and from the same cause, the perils of affection."

"i do. i will go home, and pray for strength to maintain my heart against this sad affliction."

"the course of true love never yet ran smooth; wonder not, therefore, johanna oakley, that yours has suffered such a blight. it is the great curse of the highest and noblest feelings of which humanity is capable, that while, under felicitous circumstances, they produce to us an extraordinary amount of happiness; when anything adverse occurs, they are most prolific sources of misery. shall i accompany you?"

johanna felt grateful for the support of the colonel's arm towards her own home, and as they passed the barber's shop they were surprised to see that the dog and the hat were gone.

chapter vii.

the barber and the lapidary.

it is night; and a man, one of the most celebrated lapidaries in london, but yet a man frugal withal, although rich, is putting up the shutters of his shop.

this lapidary is an old man; his scanty hair is white, and his hands shake as he secures the fastenings, and then, over and over again, feels and shakes each shutter, to be assured that his shop is well secured.

this shop of his is in moorfields, then a place very much frequented by dealers in bullion and precious stones. he was about entering his door, just having cast a satisfied look upon the fastening of his shop, when a tall, ungainly-looking man stepped up to him. this man had a three-cornered hat, much too small for him, perched upon the top of his great hideous-looking head, while the coat he wore had ample skirts enough to have made another of ordinary dimensions.

our readers will have no difficulty in recognising sweeney todd, and well might the little old lapidary start as such a very unprepossessing-looking personage addressed him.

"you deal," he said, "in precious stones."

"yes, i do," was the reply; "but it's rather late. do you want to buy or sell?"

"to sell."

"humph! ah, i dare say it's something not in my line; the only order i get is for pearls, and they are not in the market."

"and i have nothing but pearls to sell," said sweeney todd; "i mean to keep all my diamonds, my garnets, topazes, brilliants, emeralds, and rubies."

"the deuce you do! why, you don't mean to say you have any of them? be off with you! i am too old to joke with, and am waiting for my supper."

"will you look at the pearls i have?"

"little seed pearls, i suppose; they are of no value, and i don't want them, we have plenty of those. it's real, genuine, large pearls we want. pearls worth thousands."

"will you look at mine?"

"no; good night!"

"very good; then i will take them to mr. coventry up the street. he will, perhaps, deal with me for them if you cannot."

the lapidary hesitated. "stop," he said; "what's the use of going to mr. coventry? he has not the means of purchasing what i can pay present cash for. come in, come in; i will, at all events, look at what you have for sale."

thus encouraged, sweeney todd entered the little, low, dusky shop, and the lapidary having procured a light, and taken care to keep his customer outside the counter, put on his spectacles, and said—

"now, sir, where are your pearls?"

"there," said sweeney todd, as he laid a string of twenty-four pearls before the lapidary.

the old man's eyes opened to an enormous width, and he pushed his spectacles right upon his forehead as he glared in the face of sweeney todd with undisguised astonishment. then down came his spectacles again, and taking up the string of pearls he rapidly examined every one of them, after which, he exclaimed,—

"real, real, by heaven! all real!"

then he pushed his spectacles up again to the top of his head, and took another long stare at sweeney todd.

"i know they are real," said the latter. "will you deal with me or will you not?"

"will i deal with you? yes; i am not quite sure they are real. let me look again. oh, i see, counterfeits; but so well done, that really for the curiosity of the thing, i will give fifty pounds for them."

"i am fond of curiosities," said sweeney todd, "and as they are not real, i will keep them; they will do for a present to some child or another."

"what give those to a child? you must be mad—that is to say, not mad, but certainly indiscreet. come, now, at a word, i'll give you one hundred pounds for them."

"hark ye," said sweeney todd, "it neither suits my inclination nor my time to stand here chaffing with you. i know the value of the pearls, and, as a matter of ordinary and every-day business, i will sell them to you so that you may get a handsome profit."

"what do you call a handsome profit?"

"the pearls are worth twelve thousand pounds, and i will let you have them for ten. what do you think of that for an offer?"

"what odd noise was that?"

"oh, it was only i who laughed. come, what do you say, at once; are we to do business or are we not?"

"hark ye, my friend; since you do know the value of your pearls, and this is to be a downright business transaction, i think i can find a customer who will give eleven thousand pounds for them, and if so, i have no objection to give you eight thousand pounds."

"give me the eight thousand pounds," said sweeney todd, "and let me go. i hate bargaining."

"stop a bit; there are some rather important things to consider. you must know, my friend, that a string of pearls of this value are not be bought like a few ounces of old silver of anybody who might come with it. such a string of pearls as these are like a house, or an estate, and when they change hands, the vendor must give every satisfaction as to how he came by them, and prove how he can give to the purchaser a good right and title to them."

"pshaw!" said sweeney todd, "who will question you, you are well known to be in the trade, and to be continually dealing in such things?"

"that's all very fine; but i don't see why i should give you the full value of an article without evidence as to how you came by it."

"in other words you mean, you don't care how i came by them, provided i sell them to you at a thief's price, but if i want their value you mean to be particular."

"my good sir, you may conclude what you like. show me that you have a right to dispose of the pearls, and you need go no further than my shop for a customer."

"i am no disposed to take that trouble, so i shall bid you good night, and if you want any pearls again, i would certainly advise you not to be so wonderfully particular where you get them."

sweeney todd strode towards the door, but the lapidary was not going to part with him so easy, so springing over his counter with an agility one would not have expected from so old a man, he was at the door in a moment, and shouted at the top of his lungs—

"stop thief! stop thief! stop him! there he goes! the big fellow with the three-cornered hat! stop thief! stop thief!"

these cries, uttered with great vehemence as they were, could not be totally ineffectual, but they roused the whole neighbourhood, and before sweeney todd had proceeded many yards a man made an attempt to collar him, but was repulsed by such a terrific blow in the face, that another person, who had run half-way across the road with a similar object, turned and went back again, thinking it scarcely prudent to risk his own safety in apprehending a criminal for the good of the public. having got rid thus of one of his foes, sweeney todd, with an inward determination to come back some day and be the death of the old lapidary, looked anxiously about for some court down which he could plunge, and so get out of sight of the many pursuers who were sure to attack him in the public streets. his ignorance of the locality, however, was a great bar to such a proceeding, for the great dread he had was, that he might get down some blind alley, and so be completely caged, and at the mercy of those who followed him. he pelted on at a tremendous speed, but it was quite astonishing to see how the little old lapidary ran after him, falling down every now and then, and never stopping to pick himself up, as people say, but rolling on and getting on his feet in some miraculous manner, that was quite wonderful to behold, particularly in one so aged and so apparently unable to undertake any active exertion. there was one thing, however, he could not continue doing, and that was to cry "stop thief!" for he had lost his wind, and was quite incapable of uttering a word. how long he would have continued the chase is doubtful, but his career was suddenly put an end to, as regards that, by tripping his foot over a projecting stone in the pavement, and shooting headlong down a cellar which was open. but abler persons than the little old lapidary had taken up the chase, and sweeney todd was hard pressed; and, although he ran very fast, the provoking thing was, that in consequence of the cries and shouts of his pursuers, new people took up the chase, who were fresh and vigorous and close to him. there is something awful in seeing a human being thus hunted by his fellows; and although we can have no sympathy with such a man as sweeney todd, because, from all that has happened, we begin to have some very horrible suspicion concerning him, still, as a general principle, it does not decrease the fact, that it is a dreadful thing to see a human being hunted through the streets. on he flew at the top of his speed, striking down whoever opposed him, until at last many who could have outrun him gave up the chase, not liking to encounter the knock-down blow which such a hand as his seemed capable of inflicting. his teeth were set, and his breathing became short and laborious, just as a man sprung out at a shop-door and succeeded in laying hold of him.

"i have got you, have i?" he said.

sweeney todd uttered not a word, but, putting forth an amount of strength that was perfectly prodigious, he seized the man by a great handful of his hair, and by his clothes behind, and flung him through a shop-window, smashing glass, framework, and everything in its progress. the man gave a shriek, for it was his own shop, and he was a dealer in fancy goods of the most flimsy texture, so that the smash with which he came down among his stock-in-trade, produced at once what the haberdashers are so delighted with in the present day, namely, a ruinous sacrifice. this occurrence had a great effect upon sweeney todd's pursuers; it taught them the practical wisdom of not interfering with a man possessed evidently of such tremendous powers of mischief, and consequently, as just about this period the defeat of the little lapidary took place, he got considerably the start of his pursuers. he was by no means safe. the cry of "stop thief!" still sounded in his ears, and on he flew, panting with the exertion he made, till he heard a man behind him, say,—

"turn into the second court on your right, and you will be safe—i'll follow you. they shan't nab you, if i can help it."

sweeney todd had not much confidence in human nature—it was not likely he would; but, panting and exhausted as he was, the voice of any one speaking in friendly accents was welcome, and, rather impulsively than from reflection, he darted down the second court to his right.