“For whom, Sir?” inquired Charcam. “For me—his master, Mr. Jonathan Wild.”
“Are you Mr. Jonathan Wild?” asked the attendant, in great trepidation.
“I am, Charcoal. But don't let my name frighten you. Though,” said the thief-taker, with a complacent smile, “all the world seems to tremble at it. Obey my orders, and you've nothing to fear. About them quickly. Lead the lad to suppose that he'll be introduced to Lady Trafford. You understand me, Charcoal.”
The attendant did not understand him. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired.
CHAPTER IX. CONSEQUENCES OF THE THEFT.
How do you mean to act, Sir?” inquired Trenchard, as soon as they were left alone.
“As circumstances shall dictate, Sir Rowland,” returned Jonathan. “Something is sure to arise in the course of the investigation, of which I can take advantage. If not, I'll convey him to St. Giles's round-house on my own responsibility.”
“Is this your notable scheme!” asked the knight, scornfully.