"Well, make it a fortnight. Do you know the Dark House, in Brick Lane, Bethnal Green?"
"What is it?" asked Richard, shuddering at the name.
"A public-house. Any one will tell you where it is. This day fortnight I shall expect to find you there at eight o'clock in the evening. If I don't happen to be punctual, you can wait for me; and if I don't come that night, I shall the next. Remember how much depends upon your fulfilment of the contract."
"I shall not fail," answered Richard, with a sinking of the heart which none can understand who have not been placed in a similar position. "And you, on your part, will adhere to your side of the agreement?"
"Mute as a mouse," said the Resurrection Man; "and should I afterwards meet you by accident, I shall not know you. Farewell."
With these words the Resurrection Man turned away, and pursued his course towards London.
Markham followed him with his eyes until he turned an angle of the road and was no longer to be seen.
Then only did Richard breathe freely.
CHAPTER XLI.
MR. GREENWOOD.
ABOUT six o'clock in the evening—ten days after the incident which concluded the preceding chapter,—a handsome cabriolet drove up to the door of a house in Spring Gardens.