PEACE HASTENS UP TO LONDON—CUNNING ISAAC—THE JEW “FENCE”—THE VISIT TO SHEFFIELD.
The words that had fallen from Bristow could not be forgotten by Peace, who began to be seriously concerned.
He was quite unable in any way to account for the expressions made use of by the ruffian in the parlour.
From whence could he have obtained his information?
Had it been noised abroad that Peace was the man who effected an entrance into the warehouse, or had Cooney been in the town and split upon him?
Some mysterious agency had been at work.
Bristow could not have dreamt that he was a burglar. He was too besotted and stupid a man to divine it from anything he had seen.
Somebody must have given him secret information. These thoughts passed rapidly through the brain of our hero.
“This place is becoming too hot for me,” murmured Peace, while working in his shop in the back yard.
“Some enemy is at work, and to remain here much longer would simply be an act of madness. No, I must away, and that, too, as speedily as possible, but I will not let any one know my intentions—no, not even Bessie. That Bristow is a dangerous fellow—when the drink is in him he cares not what he says.”