He rang the bell violently.
"What is it?" said a voice.
"The small keg of turpentine that was to be sent to Mr. Todd's in Fleet Street, is particularly wanted."
"It was sent about half an hour ago."
"Oh, thank you—thank you. That will do. A wet night."
In a few minutes more he was at his own shop-door.
CHAPTER LXXXV.
SIR RICHARD MAKES PLANS.
Johanna had had a long time to herself in Todd's shop now. When first he left upon that expedition of murder, she had almost been afraid to stir, for she had feared he might momentarily return; but as his stay became longer and longer protracted, she plucked up courage.
She began to look about her.
"As yet," she said to herself, "what has been done towards arriving at a solution of the mysteries of this dreadful place?"