"Good," said Todd. "That boy, at all events, suspects nothing, and yet his death is one of the things which had better not be left to chance. He shall fall in the general way of this place. What proper feeling errand-boy would wish to survive his master's absence. Ha!"
Of late Todd had not been very profuse in his laughs, but now he came out with one quite of the old sort.
The sound startled himself, and he retired to the table again.
By the dim light he opened a desk and supplied himself with writing materials; the twilight was creeping on, and he could only just see. Spreading a piece of paper before him, he proceeded to make a memoranda of what he had to do.
It was no bad plan this of Todd's, and the paper, when it was finished was quite a curiosity in its way.
It ran thus—
Mem.—To go to Colonel Jeffery's, and by some means get into the house and murder Tobias.
Mem.—To pack off goods to the wharf where the Hamburg vessel, called the Dianna, sails from.
Mem.—To arrange combustibles for setting fire to the house.
Mem.—To cut Charley Green's throat, if any suspicion arise—if not to let him be smothered in the fire.