“You appear vexed,” I said, “no doubt because Jackson declines to get you bailed. He ought not to refuse you such a trifling service, considering all things.”
“All what things?” replied the woman, eyeing me fiercely.
“That you know best, though I have a shrewd guess.”
“What do you guess? and what are you driving at?”
“I will deal frankly with you, Sarah Purday. In the first place, you must plainly perceive that your friend Jackson has cast you off—abandoned you to your fate; and that fate will, there can be no doubt, be transportation.”
“Well,” she impatiently snarled, “suppose so; what then?”
“This—that you can help yourself in this difficulty by helping me.”
“As how?”
“In the first place, give me the means of convicting Jackson of having received the stolen property.”
“Ha! How do you know that?”