“Don’t tempt me!”
“Yes, do; give me pen, ink, and paper, and I will give you ten guineas!”
“My life is at stake; I should be implicated as an accomplice.”
“Nonsense. Do as I wish, and I will give you twenty guineas.”
The turnkey left the cell.
But he soon returned.
“Let me see the colour of your money,” said he, “and I will deliver your note.”
“Agreed,” said Phillip, and as he spoke he drew out of the lining of his coat a twenty guinea note, and gave it to the gaoler.
In less than two minutes Phillip wrote a very hurried note, and gave it to the gaoler to post.
He had scarcely done so, and the frightened gaoler had barely time to put the pen and ink into his pocket when heavy footsteps were heard approaching.