"I invented certain excuses, sir," was Holford's reply, "which completely damped their ardour in the matter alluded to. And now, sir, will you give me a trial? I feel convinced you will: had I not thought so from the very beginning, I should not have spoken so freely as I have done."
"I am disposed to assist you—I am desirous to meet your wishes," said Markham. "Still, your representations are rather calculated to awaken fears than clear up doubts concerning you. What guarantee can you offer that you will never see those two villains again? what security—"
"Sir," said Holford, "your own manner is so frank and kind—so very condescending, indeed, to a poor lad like me—that I would not deceive you for the world. I had promised to meet those men to-night—for the last time—"
"To meet them again?"
"Yes, sir—to receive the reward promised for the service which I undertook—"
"Ah! young man," cried Markham, "this is most imprudent—if not actually criminal! and where was this precious interview to take place?"
"At the Dark-House, sir—"
"The Dark-House!" ejaculated Markham: "what—a low tavern in Brick Lane, Spitalfields?"
"The same, sir."
"And the names of the two men?" demanded Richard hastily.