"Hush!" entreated Trall, with another glance round. "Some one may hear!"
"Not they, ole cove! there ain't none of 'em about here."
"You don't know--you never know," moaned Trall, shaking and white. "They hide everywhere--they see everything. They listen and punish."
"Lor'! t' 'ear y' tork one 'ud think this was Africay."
"It is worse much worse. There men fight openly; here the Brotherhood stabs in the dark. Hush! Oh, hush!"
"Have they stabbed Mr. Maller in th' dark?"
"No; he is safe, quite safe!"
"Oh!" said Vraik, briskly; "y' know that much, do you? Now where is he?"
"I don't know? don't ask me."
"Oh, won't I? but I will." Vraik bent across the table and spoke rapidly in Trall's ear. "Mr. Maller is in that Poplar Street crib."