"Only threepence, sir, I assure you, and the most exact likeness of Sweeney Todd, the murderer; taken while he was on his trial at the Old Bailey. You will see what a look he has, and the artist has been most successful in the squint: and only threepence."
"He will be hanged on Monday, of course?" said the publican's wife.
"Oh yes, ma'am, in course, and there's expected such a crowd as never was known at the execution."
"No doubt of it. Well, I'll give twopence."
"And a drop of ale," said the publican.
"Here you are, master, you shall have it. A capital likeness. If you was only now to catch a sight of the original Todd, you'd know him in a moment by the look of this picture, particularly the squint."
"Come in," whispered Lupin to Todd.
"Oh no—no—I don't want the brandy now."
"But I do. Your speaking about it, has got me into the mind of wanting some now; so come on and let us have it, my friend, at once. Why, you are not afraid that the portrait is too good a likeness, are you?"
"Oh dear, I don't know," said Todd. "I believe I have a remarkable nose, and rather an engaging look about the eyes.—Come along."