"Ran away from Fogg's one night."
"Then he—he is not dead? The villain Fogg sent word to me that he was dead."
"Did he though? Well I never. That was so like Fogg. Only to think now. Lord bless you, Mr. Todd, he made his escape and ran away, and we never heard anything more of him from that time to this. The idea now of Fogg telling you he was dead. Well, I did wonder at your taking the thing so easy, and never coming down to enquire about it."
"Not dead? Not dead?"
"Not as I know on."
"Curses!"
"Ah! that will do you good, Mr. Todd. Whenever I am put out, I set to swearing like a good one, and that's the way I come round again. Don't mind me. You swear as long as you like. It was a shame for Fogg not to tell you he had bolted, but I suppose he thought he'd take his chance."
"The villain!"
"Worser! worser! nor a willain!" said Peter. "Who knows now what mischief may be done, all through that boy. Why, he may be now being gammoned by the police and a parson to tell all he knows. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
Todd sunk upon a chair—not the shaving one—and resting his hand upon his head, he uttered a sepulchral groan.