“You feel convinced that no one has observed us?”
“Yes, I’m convinced, as you call it, of that, doctor. I’ve kept the secret too well. And so you mean to go again?”
“Go again, man! Yes. Did I not tell you so?” cried North, with an angry excitement in his voice. “Yes, to-night.”
“To-night, eh? Very well, doctor. I’ll be there; but you’ll take a drop o’ that cordle with you. There won’t be no need for me to watch the vestry to-night.”
North made an impatient gesture, and walked to the door as if to go, but turned sharply, and walked back to where the sexton was seated smoking.
“What was it you said?” he asked, in an absent way.
“What did I ask, doctor?”
“Yes, yes, man,” cried North impatiently, as he kept glancing towards the door.
“Oh, ’bout that there cordle, doctor. I haven’t been quite right since that night, and I thought a drop or two might do me good, and—”
Moredock stopped in the middle of his sentence, and sat staring, for North had suddenly turned and walked straight out of the place.