"Do you wish to say anything?"
"Yes. Where is she?"
"Mrs. Lovett do you mean?"
"I do. Why am I here, and she not? Where is she? If she be innocent, why then so am I. I do not see her."
"She will not be here."
"Not here? How—why?"
"She is dead."
Todd nearly dropped to the floor, and from that moment a great portion of his courage, small as it was, departed, and he looked like a ghost rather than a living man. At times, he kept muttering to himself the word—"Dead—dead—dead!"
The usual formalities were gone through, and then Todd was roused up to plead to the indictment, charging him with the murder of Francis Thornhill.
The governor touched him on the shoulder.