"The tooth-ache?"
"Yes, sir. It's—it's worse than the heart-ache, and that I have had."
"Ah!—humph! Any one been?"
"One gentleman, sir, to be shaved; he says he will call again."
"Very good—very good."
Todd took from his pocket the key of the back-parlour—that key without which in his own possession he never left the shop; and then, after casting upon Johanna a somewhat sinister and threatening look, he muttered to himself—
"I suspect that boy. If he refuse to come into the parlour, I will cut his throat in the shop; but if he come in I shall be better satisfied. Charley? Come here."
"Yes, sir," said Johanna, and she walked boldly into the parlour.
"Shut the door."
She closed it.