"Their right names and those by which they are commonly known amongst their own set, are very different," said Holford.
"How are they known? what are they called in their own infamous sphere?" cried Markham, his impatience amounting almost to a fever: "speak!"
"I do not know whether I shall be doing right," said Holford, hesitating,—"perhaps I have already told you too much—"
"Speak, I say!" cried Richard, taking Holford by the collar of his jacket; "speak. You do not know—you cannot guess how necessary it is for me to have my present suspicions cleared up! Speak—I swear no harm shall happen to you: on the contrary—I will reward you, if it should turn out as I suppose. Once more, who are these villains?"
"They are called—"
"What? speak—speak!"
"The Resurrection Man—"
"Ah!"
"And the Cracksman."
"Then I am right—my suspicions are confirmed!" ejaculated Markham, relinquishing his hold upon Holford's jacket, and throwing himself upon a chair. "Sit down, my good lad—sit down: you and I have not done with each other yet."