"Snaps was rather near-sighted, and it was getting dark, so that he did not see the winks and nods of the head I was giving him.
"'My name is Snaps,' he answered.
"'You're done,' thought I.
"'Then you are the person I am to give this letter to,' says the man.
"Snaps took the letter,—and, strange to say, it was a letter,—coolly read it, and, folding it up, said, to my great relief, 'Tell the prisoner I shall attend;' and off went Grimgruffinhoff with his answer.
"'M'Flummery is in Newgate for passing forged notes;' said my master, taking a pinch of snuff. 'I thought he would be jugged some day,' he said, with a half-laugh. 'He wants to see me to-morrow morning about business of the greatest importance to me. What can he have to say to me?'
"'Ay, indeed!' said I, 'what sir?'
"'It is as well that I should go,' said my master, 'for there may be something——'
"'True,' said I, 'there may be.'
"The next morning we went to Newgate, which is not the most pleasant lodging in that neighbourhood, although you have it in the biggest house, and they charge you nothing for the apartments. When we entered the prisoner's cell, he was busy writing.