"And so have I," said the visitor. "What should you say to seven o'clock? It is as dark then as it is at ten or eleven."
"Seven will suit me well," answered Tomlinson. "Where shall I meet you?"
"At Bethnal Green New Church—the church that stands in the Cambridge Road, and faces the Bethnal Green Road," explained the body-snatcher. "You can be walking up and down there a few minutes before seven—I shall not keep you waiting."
"I will be punctual," said Tomlinson. "But—once more—you will not betray me?"
"Ridiculous!" was the contemptuous reply.
"And this surgeon—will he not be tempted by the reward to—"
"Do you think he would walk straight into Newgate and say, 'I am come to be transported for encouraging and employing resurrection men?' You need not alarm yourself. Me and my comrade will settle the matter amicably with you."
The body-snatcher then took his departure.
Tomlinson threw himself back in his chair, pressed both his hands against his heated forehead, and exclaimed in a tone of despair, "I have fervently prayed that I might meet my poor old clerk again; and heaven has granted my request—but merely to punish me for my crimes!"