"Oh, you allude to your pushing her into the river this morning near London-bridge?" said Sir Richard. "I saw that affair myself."
Todd glared at him.
"But it was not of much consequence. We got her out, and she is all right again now at her shop in Bell-yard."
Todd held his hands over his eyes for some moments, and then he said in a low voice—
"It is all a dream, or I am mad."
Crotchet, in obedience to the orders he had received, put up the shutters of Todd's shop, and then fetched a coach, during the whole of which time, Sir Richard Blunt himself kept his hand upon Todd's collar, so that he could control him if he should again become so violent as he had been.
The spirit to struggle was, however, gone from Todd for the time being. Indeed, he seemed to be completely stunned by his capture, and to be able only to see things darkly. He was yet to awaken to a full consciousness of his situation, and let that awakening be when it would, it was sure to be awful.
"All's right," said Crotchet. "Here's the vehicle, and the crib is shut up."
"Crotchet!"
"Yes, your worship. What is it? Why, you never looked at a feller in that sort of way before."