it was about eight o'clock in the morning that the officials of newgate found their way to the cell of mrs. lovett. at first they thought that she was sleeping upon the floor of her prison, but when they picked her up, they soon became aware of what had really happened, and the alarm spread through the prison.

the governor was vexed, and the chaplain was vexed, and when the sheriff was sent for, he, too, was vexed, so they all revenged themselves upon the turnkey, whose duty it was to be in the passage adjoining the cell, and they fancied they met the justice of the case by discharging him.

of course, in a very few hours the news of mrs. lovett's suicide became known all over london, with very many exaggerations; and there was not one person in the whole of the vast population of the great city who did not know the fact, save and except that man who would feel most interested in it. we, of course, allude to sweeney todd.

he, in his cell in newgate, saw no newspapers, and held no conversation with the world without; and as none of the persons in any way connected with the prison chose to inform him of what had happened, he had not the least idea but that mrs. lovett was, along with him, suffering all the terrors of suspense antecedent to her trial upon the serious charge impending over her.

of course when the day of his, todd's, trial should arrive, the fact could no longer be kept secret from him; and that day come at last to wither up any faint hopes that he might cling to.

scarcely ever in london had such an amount of public excitement been produced by any criminal proceedings, as by the trial of sweeney todd. while he pursued a monotonous life from day to day in his cell, haunted by all sorts of fears, and the prey of the most dismal apprehensions, the public appetite had been fed by all sorts of strange and vague stories concerning him.

the most hideous crimes had been laid to his charge; and in the imagination of the people, the number of his victims was quadrupled, so that when the morning of his trial arrived, so great was the excitement, that business in the city was almost at a stand still, and sober-minded men who did not see any peculiar interest in the sayings and doings of a great criminal, were of course disgusted that the popular taste should run that way.

as regarded todd himself, he had gone into newgate with a fixed determination in his own mind to commit suicide if he possibly could; but he had not taken the precaution that mrs. lovett had long before, in providing the means of so doing; and consequently he was thrown upon the scanty resources that might present themselves to him in the prison.

that those resources would be few and limited enough, may be well imagined, for the most special instructions had been given by sir richard blunt to prevent todd from committing suicide; and since mrs. lovett had so disposed of herself despite the authorities, those precautions had been redoubled; so that todd, after two or three abortive attempts, and thinking the matter over in every way, saw that there was no chance for him in that way, and he made up his mind to abide his trial, with the hope that he might, during the course of it, be able to say enough to make mrs. lovett's conviction certain, while he felt certain that he could not possibly make his own situation worse than it was.

he thought, too, that perhaps after conviction he might behave so cunningly as to deceive his jailer into an idea that he was full of contrition and resignation, and so, at some ungarded moment, achieve the object that now he felt to be impossible.

with these hopes and feelings, then, little suspecting that mrs. lovett had already removed her case to a higher tribunal, sweeney todd awaited his trial.

probably he had no idea of the amount of excitement that his case had created outside the prison. the customary calm of the officials of the jail, had deceived him into a belief, that after all it was no such great matter; but he quite forgot that that was a professional calm, with which the people had nothing to do, and in which it was not at all likely they would participate.

the governor came into his cell about a quarter before nine o'clock on the morning fixed for his trial.

"sweeney todd," he said, "you are wanted in court."

"i am ready," said todd.

he rose with alacrity, and accompanied the governor and two turnkeys. it was the custom then to place prisoners accused of such heavy offences as fell to todd's charge in irons, and if the authorities had any suspicion of violent intentions upon the part of such prisoners, the irons accompanied them to the bar of the old bailey. todd was so accompanied; and as he walked along, his irons made a melancholy clank together.

his imprisonment preceding his trial had been uncommonly short, but yet it had been sufficient to bring him down greatly in appearance. he had never been one of the fat order of mortals, but now he looked like some great gaunt, ghost. every patch of colour had forsaken his cheeks, and his eyes looked preternaturally lustrous.

those who had not been accustomed to the sight of him during his imprisonment in newgate, shrunk from him as he followed the governor through the gloomy passages of the prison. two well-armed officers keep close upon his heels, so that todd could not complain of a want of attendants.

todd goes to take his trial.

todd goes to take his trial.

even he recoiled when he was brought into the court of the old bailey, for it was a complete sea of heads; and from the dock he could hear the roar and the shout, and the shrieks of people outside, who were still struggling for admission.

it was then that the idea first seemed to strike him that the public, in him, had recognised one of those notorious criminals, that awaken in no small degree popular indignation by their acts. indeed, upon his first appearance in the court, there was a strange kind of groan of execration, which was tolerably evident to all, and yet not defined enough for the judge to take any notice of.

the strife continued at the door of the court, and it was quite evident that the officers were engaged in a severe struggle with the crowd outside.

"let the doors be closed," said the judge; "the court is already inconveniently crowded."

upon this order, the officers redoubled their exertions; and being assisted by some of the spectators already within the court, who were fearful of being trampled to death if the crowd should once get in, the doors were made to shut, and fastened.

a yell of rage and disappointment came from the mob; and then a loud voice, that towered above all other noises, shouted—

"bring todd out and we will hang him at once without any further trouble. we only want todd!"

the countenance of the prisoner turned as white as paper, and his glaring eyes were fixed upon the doors of the court.

"it is quite impossible," said the judge, "that the business of the court can be carried on under these circumstances; i hope that the civil power will be sufficient to repress this tumult without, otherwise it will be my duty to send for a guard of military, and then bloodshed may be the consequence, from which those who create this riot alone will be in any way answerable."

"bring him out!" cried a hundred voices. "out with him! todd—todd! we want todd."

there was then such a furious hammering at the doors of the court, that it was quite impossible to hear what any one said. sir richard blunt suddenly appeared on the bench, and leaning over to the judge, he said—

"my lord, i am collecting a force with which i shall be able to clear the entrances to the court."

"i wish you would, sir richard. this riot is most disgraceful."

"it is, my lord; but it shall be suppressed now with as much speed as may be."

with this, sir richard immediately retired. he collected together a force of fifty constables, and forming them into a sort of wedge, he suddenly opened a side door, and attacked the mob. the fight, for a hand-to-hand fight it now was, did not last more than ten minutes, when the mob gave way, and "every one for himself" became the cry. in five minutes more the party of officers had possession of all the avenues to the court, and a profound silence succeeded to the riot that had taken place.

"i think now," said the judge "we may proceed to business. this riot has been a most disgraceful one, and if the officers will bring any one before me who has taken part in it, i will commit him to prison at once."

"they are all dispersed, my lord," said sir richard.

"the court thanks you, sir," said the judge. "let the proceedings commence at once."

todd now glared about him, and his lips kept moving as though he were repeating something to himself in a whisper. the governor of newgate leant forward, and said—

"do you wish to say anything?"

"yes. where is she?"

"mrs. lovett do you mean?"

"i do. why am i here, and she not? where is she? if she be innocent, why then so am i. i do not see her."

"she will not be here."

"not here? how—why?"

"she is dead."

todd nearly dropped to the floor, and from that moment a great portion of his courage, small as it was, departed, and he looked like a ghost rather than a living man. at times, he kept muttering to himself the word—"dead—dead—dead!"

the usual formalities were gone through, and then todd was roused up to plead to the indictment, charging him with the murder of francis thornhill.

the governor touched him on the shoulder.

"plead to the indictment," he said.

"dead!" cried todd. "why is she dead?"

"prisoner at the bar," said the clerk of the arraign. "do you plead guilty or not guilty to the charge here made against you?"

"not guilty!" cried todd, as he roused himself up, and glared at the judge like an enraged tiger.

government had entrusted the prosecution to the attorney general of the time being, and that functionary was in court. he rose to open the case, and spoke as follows, amid the most breathless silence—

"my lord, and gentlemen of the jury—

"the prisoner at the bar was originally indicted along with a female named lovett—"

"where is she?" said todd.

"prisoner," said the judge, "at the proper time you will have an opportunity of making any observation you may think fit, but it is scarcely necessary for me to inform you that this is not the time."

"she is not dead!" cried todd. "she has been let escape by some juggling, in order that all the vengeance of the law might be directed against me. it is not true that she is dead. some of you are chargeable with allowing that woman to escape. i tell you that she is a fiend and not a woman. but she has had gold at her disposal, and she has bribed you all—i say she has bought you all."

"prisoner," said the judge, "this cannot be permitted. you only deeply prejudice your own case by this conduct."

"that is impossible. i know that you are all in one large conspiracy against me, and you have let that woman escape, in order that the last drop should not be wanting to fill my cup of bitterness to the overflowing."

"it will be impossible," said the attorney-general, "to proceed with the case, if the prisoner at the bar continues these interruptions."

"prisoner," said the judge, "i, and all here present, are disposed to give any allowance and indulgence to a man in your situation; but let me beg of you to be silent."

"i am done," said todd, "but it is false to say that she is dead. that fiend cannot die. she is a devil, i tell you all, and if there be any here who fancy that she is dead, i tell them that they are mistaken. she cannot be killed. i know that well. go on with what you call your proceedings; i have no more to say to you."