“Mr. Bradshaw came about seven o’clock, and told me the Government was about to suppress the Friends of the People; that you did not know it; that I must go to Manchester; that you would come after me; and that a message would be left for you. He took me to the coach, and paid for me.”
“Mr. Bradshaw! Did he tell you anything more?”
“No; except that he did not think we should be pursued, and that he would send our things after us when he knew where we were.”
“You have not heard anything more, then?”
“No.”
“You haven’t heard that the Secretary was shot?”
“Shot! Oh dear! Zachariah, what will become of us?”
Her husband then told her what he knew, she listening with great eagerness and in silence.
“Oh, Zachariah, what will become of us?” she broke out again.
“There is no reason to worry yourself, Jane; it is perfectly easy for me to prove my innocence. It is better for us, however, to stay here for a time. The Government won’t go any further with us; they will search for the murderer—that’s all.”