‘Yes, captain.’
‘That will do.’
Blodget took the unfortunate man’s cravat from his neck, and in another moment wound it round again so tightly and tied it in a knot behind, that his doing more than just slightly breathe was out of the question.
‘Now,’ he added, ‘one slight tap on the head just to make him remember us, and all is well.’
The tap on the head that Blodget so facetiously called a slight remembrancer consisted in a severe blow with an iron jemmy, beneath which the victim fell to the ground as if he had been struck dead.
‘Push him into his own passage,’ said Blodget, ‘and then close his door quietly. It will be quite a pity to disturb the, no doubt, highly respectable family to which he belongs.’
This was done, and with so little trouble, too, had the whole affair been accomplished that the man was disposed of, and Blodget was back again to the house before one would have thought it possible to do so much.’
‘Now, come in all of you,’ he said.
‘Yes, captain.’
‘You did that well, captain.’