"Oh, ah!"
"You know, sir, he has got out of Newgate, and there's five hundred pounds reward offered by the guvment for him. A nice little set up that would be, sir, for any one, wouldn't it, sir?"
"Very."
"All the bill-stickers round London have had a job in putting up the bills, and they say that if it costs a million of money they intend to have him."
"And very proper too," said Todd. "Can you spare a bill, my friend?"
"Oh, yes. There's hand ones as well as posters. Here's one, sir, and you'll find a description of him. Oh, don't I only wish I could come across him, that's all; I'd make rather a tidy day's work then, I think. That would be a little better, sir, than the paste-pot, wouldn't it?"
"Rather," said Todd; "but he might be rather a dear bargain; for such a man, I should think, would not be very easily taken!"
"There's something in that, sir, as you say, but yet I would have a try. Five hundred pounds, you know, sir, is not to be picked up everyday on the road-side."
"Certainly not! Is that Hampstead where the lights are, to the left, there?"
"Yes, right on. I live at west-end, and my way lays this way. Good night, sir!"