"I want you!"
The person who spoke first was Mr. Thomas Carter, Richard's employer; the other speaker was a London detective, the man who watched us so closely the night previous at the meeting.
Mr. Carter then, in a quick tone, enquired:
"Where's Richard?"
"He is there," I replied, pointing towards him as he stood close by, an eye-witness to what was going on.
The detective then seized him and pulled him towards me, taking from his breast coat pocket two summonses.
"Robert Aveson," said he to me, "Is that your name?"
"Yes," was my answer.
"And Richard Sedgwick?"
Richard responded to his name.