“What do you require further?” asked Jonathan.
“The name and rank of Thames Darrell's father,” said the knight.
“Another time,” replied the thief-taker, evasively.
“I will have it now,” rejoined Trenchard, “or our agreement is void.”
“You cannot help yourself, Sir Rowland,” replied Jonathan, contemptuously.
“Indeed!” replied the knight, drawing his sword, “the secret, villain, or I will force it from you.”
Before Wild could make any reply, the door was thrown violently open, and Abraham Mendez rushed into the room, with a face of the utmost consternation.
“He hash eshcaped!” cried the Jew.
“Who? Jack!” exclaimed Jonathan.
“Yesh,” replied Abraham. “I vent to de New Prish'n, and on wishitin' his shel vid de turnkey, vot should ve find but de shains on de ground, de vinder broken, and Jack and Agevorth Besh gone.”