Mem.—To have a letter ready to post to Sir Richard Blunt, the magistrate, accusing Mrs. Lovett of her own crimes, and mine likewise.
"I think that is all," said Todd.
He folded the paper and placed it in his bosom, after which he came out of the parlour into the shop, and called to Johanna.
"Charles?"
"Yes, sir."
"Go to the market, and get me a couple of stout porter—I want something carried a short distance."
"Yes, sir."
Away went Johanna, but before she got half way down to Fleet Market she met Sir Richard, who said—
"What is it?"
"He wants a couple of porters to carry something."