As if in corroboration of her words, there was a sharp ring at the door-bell.
The old man, who was constitutionally timid, turned pale, and looked helplessly at his companion.
“What is it?” he asked, apprehensively.
“Go and see.”
“I don't dare to.”
“You're a coward,” said Peg, contemptuously. “Then I'll go.”
She went down stairs, followed by the old man. She threw open the street door, but even her courage was somewhat daunted by the sight of two police officers, accompanied by Jack.
“That's the man,” said Jack, pointing out Foley, who tried to conceal himself behind Mrs. Hardwick's more ample proportions.
“I have a warrant for your arrest,” said one of the officers, advancing to Foley.
“Gentlemen, spare me,” he said, clasping his hands. “What have I done?”