“Well” said the beat warden, “I don’t mind obliging you, particularly as I haven’t anything of my own. Is there anything worth having up stairs, old fellow?”
“There is,” said Gray—“and recollect one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Should a man come of burly frame and bloated aspect, be assured he comes to take from you, if he can, all that I have given to you—be assured of that.”
“The deuce he does!”
“You will know him. He is rough of speech, and coarse and bulky. Beware of him!”
“But what shall I do with him?”
“Kill him—slaughter him. Take his life how and when you will—or maim him—do him some deadly harm, for, on my soul, I do not believe he has written any confession. Stay, I had forgotten.”
Gray hurried to the cupboard, and took from it the remainder of the poison he had given to Ada’s dog; then turning to the astonished bear warden, he said,—
“Remember, we shall meet again.”