"At all events, you shall not go until the morning, and not then, unless after a night's rest here, you feel that you can do so with a good heart."
"Oh yes, I will fulfil my mission."
"Todd is putting up his shutters," said the fruiterer, as he came in from his front shop.
"Ah, then the secret is out," said Sir Richard Blunt. "That is what he wanted you back for, Johanna. He had forgotten at the moment all about the shutters you may depend. I am glad he spared you the trouble, at any rate. I do not like you to perform any service for such a rank villain as he is."
"It would not have been for him, sir."
"For who, then?"
"For the dead. I feel that I am bound to bring to justice the murderer of Mark Ingestrie. When I was here last, sir, you strove to comfort me, by making me feel a sort of hope that he was not dead, but I cannot think that—I would that I could, but indeed I cannot, sir."
"Do not be too sure, Johanna."
"Nay, look at that."
She laid before the magistrate the sleeve of the jacket that she had found at Todd's, and which fancy, for she certainly had no proof that way tending, told her had belonged to Mark Ingestrie.