“I don’t know where he is, but he has gone to make another arrest.”
“Another! who?”
“A sailor; the fellow who killed the Jew, Siebel.”
Richard Stanhope swings himself around and points to Papa Francoise, as with the finger of fate.
“Stanhope!” gasps the officer, starting forward.—[page 413].
“The man who killed the Jew, Siebel, is there!” he says sternly.
Then snatching up the wig, he readjusts it upon his head, saying, as he does it:
“Drake, Holt, look after these people; and Harvey, you may do well to ignore Vernet’s instructions for the present. He has done mischief enough already. I must prevent this last blunder.”