“Willingly.”
“In that case I arrest you, and your confederate, Joseph Blake, alias Blueskin, on a charge of felony,” returned Wood, brandishing his staff; “resist my authority, if you dare.”
“A clever device,” replied Jonathan; “but it won't serve your turn. Let us pass, Sir. Strike the gag, Blueskin.”
“You shall not stir a footstep. Open the window, Thames, and call for assistance.”
“Stop!” cried Jonathan, who did not care to push matters too far, “let me have a word with you, Mr. Wood.”
“I'll have no explanations whatever,” replied the carpenter, disdainfully, “except before a magistrate.”
“At least state your charge. It is a serious accusation.”
“It is,” answered Wood. “Do you recollect this key? Do you recollect to whom you gave it, and for what purpose? or shall I refresh your memory?”
Wild appeared confounded.
“Release your prisoner,” continued Wood, “or the window is opened.”