CHAPTER CXXXVI.

TODD AND LUPIN ESCAPE TO CAEN WOOD.

"What's to be done?" said a voice.

"I'll be hanged if I know," said another, "and yet I feel sure that they

came this way. I thought how it would be when they took to all these

streets. Lord bless you, we might have passed them in some doorway easy

enough--a dozen times."

"So we might," said the other voice. "All we can do now, is to go round

to the different outlets of the city, and give an alarm."

"Well, I won't give it up yet," said a third person; "I feel quite sure

they are lingering somewhere about here, and I'll be on the watch yet

for a time, and hunt about quietly. You be off and give the notice to

the watch, and leave Johnson and I to do what we can."

"Very good--I wish you luck."

There was a scuffle of feet, and it was quite clear that some of the men

had gone off at a quick pace, leaving, no doubt, the two only in the

street.

"Well," whispered Lupin. "Well, my friend, what do you think of all

this?"

"I don't know what to think," said Todd. "I'm very tired."

"Ah, and so am I, but that can't be helped. I ain't used to such a run

as we have had. But it won't do us any harm. If we can get off, it will

be a world's wonder, I can tell you. It ain't now every day that a

fellow gives Newgate the go-by."

"No--no, and I must say that I did not myself expect it. But I was

prepared to cheat the hangman."

"Pho! That's a poor-enough look out."

"Yes, but it's a something. She did it."

"She? Who the deuce is she?"

"Mrs. Lovett."

"Oh, I recollect. I have heard of her--I have heard of her. She was the

nice creature who lived in Bell Yard, wasn't she, and accommodated the

folks with pies?"

"Yes," said Todd, and if Lupin had seen the horrible contortion of

visage with which he accompanied the word, even he, with all his nerve

in such matters, might well have been excused for a sudden accession of

terror. "Well," added Todd, after a pause, "you are a man of judgment

Mr. Lupin, and all I want to know now, is what you mean to do?"

"Get away from here as soon as possible. But it won't be quite safe to

try it yet. This house is very quiet, and no doubt everybody is in bed

and asleep, so I shall get a light and look about a little. It would be

quite a providential thing to find something to eat."

"Yes, and to drink," said Todd.

"Just so. I would give something handsome now, if I had it, for a good

glass of brandy. That run has made me first hot and then shivery all

over; but who knows what luck may be in store for us? Come now--here's a

light, and we shall soon, by the help of providence, see what sort of a

crib we have got into."

It was lucky for them both that Lupin had retained about him the means

of getting a light, for if he had not, they would have been left to

conjectures merely regarding their position. He ignited one of the

little pieces of wax-ends, and when the small flame rose and began to

burn steadily, he held up the piece of candle, so they both looked

curiously about them.

The hall of the house in which they were was well got up. A handsome

table and some old carved chairs were in it, with some crests upon the

backs, and upon numerous pegs hung hats, cloaks, and coats.

"Humph," said Lupin, "this is the very place for us, I shall take the

great liberty of making free with some gentleman's coat and hat, and I

think you had better do the same."

Todd at once practically acquiesced in the suggestion, by slipping on a

large cloak with sleeves, and placing upon his head a hat richly bound

with silver lace.

"Upon my word," said Lupin, "you almost look respectable."

"Do I?" said Todd. "It isn't then on account of the company I am in."

Lupin smiled, as he said--

"Very good--very good, but the less we cut at each other, my friend, the

better."

"You began it," said Todd.

"So I did, so we will say no more about it, as yours was the hardest

hit. How do I look in the cloak and hat?"

"Just nice," said Todd, making a frightful face.

Lupin laughed again.

"Come," he said. "Now that we have a little time to spare, let us see if

these people keep a good larder. If they do and they lock it up at

night, they will find that the cat has been at it by the morning, I

rather think. Tread as lightly as you can, Todd, and keep down your

voice as you have done. Sounds go so far in the night time."

"They do," said Todd. "I have heard them at odd times."

Lupin led the way along the hall, at the end of which was the staircase,

and to the right of that a door which was not fast, so that they passed

on quite easily to the domestic portion of the house, and soon found the

way to a kitchen, which was upon the same floor. Then they opened a door

that led into a little sort of outhouse, paved with red bricks, and in

one corner of that was a larder, or safe, well stocked with provisions.

Lupin took from it a magnificent quarter of venison, with scarcely a

quarter of a pound cut from it; and that, with some bread were the only

viands that he felt disposed to take from the larder.

"It will be wholesome," he said, "and do us a world of good, by the aid

of Providence; and we don't know what we may have to go through yet, in

this world of woe. Amen!"

"You fancy you are in the chapel again."

"Dear me; yes, I do--I do. Well, well, it don't matter--it don't matter.

Come, friend Todd. Let us recruit ourselves a little. Oh, that I could

find the way to the wine cellar of these people; and yet that should not

be a difficult matter. Let us think. It must be somewhere hereabouts."

"There is a door," said Todd, pointing to one at the end of the

outhouse. "It seems to be locked, and if so, it is no doubt that of the

cellar."

"We will try it," said Lupin.

With this he quickly opened the door, by the aid of his picklocks, which

no ordinary lock could withstand the fascinations of for a moment, and

then sure enough the supposition of Todd was found to be correct, for a

goodly collection of bottles in long rows presented themselves to the

eye. Lupin at once laid hold of a bottle, and breaking off the neck of

it he decanted a quantity of its contents into his throat, rubbing his

stomach as he did so in a most ludicrous kind of way, to indicate how

much he enjoyed the draught.

"Nectar," he said, when he took the bottle from his mouth to enable

himself to breathe; "nectar."

"Is it?" said Todd, as he seized upon another bottle. "I am partial

generally to something a trifle stronger than wine; but if it be really

good, I have no particular objection to a drop."

With this Todd finished off half a bottle of the rich and rare old port

that was in the cellar. They then worked away at the haunch of venison;

and having made a very hearty meal, they looked at each other as though

they would both say--"What next?"

"You say you have money?" said Lupin.

"True," said Todd.

"But not here of course, my friend; and who knows what difficulties we

may find in our way before we reach your nice little hoard? Where did

you say it was?"

"Hidden beneath a tree in Caen Wood, close to the village of Hampstead.

I went one night, and myself placed the cash there in case of

accidents."

"And how much do you suppose, my friend, there is?"

"I know what there is. I put away two thousand pounds, and that you know

will be a thousand pounds for you, and another for me. I purpose in that

manner equitably to share it, for I am not ungrateful for the great

assistance you have been to me in this escape from Newgate."

If Mr. Lupin had not swallowed two-thirds of a bottle of old port-wine,

the probability is that he would have detected that Todd was deceiving

him, by the whining canting tone in which he spoke. The fact was, that

Todd had not one farthing hidden in Caen Wood; but he thought it highly

desirable while there existed any danger, and while Mr. Lupin was likely

to be useful to him, to keep up such a delusion.

"Well," added Lupin, "you really are a liberal fellow; but as, I say,

there is no knowing what good a trifle may be to us before we reach your

snug two thousand pounds in Caen Wood, I propose to see what we can get

in this house. People who keep such a good cellar, and such a capital

larder, ought to have something in the place worth the taking in the way

of cash."

"Yes, but I am afraid it will be hazardous," said Todd.

"A little, perhaps; but with this carving knife, don't you think we

might make things pleasant?"

"That is possible. Well, if anything worth having is to be got, let us

set about it at once; for I think we have spent time enough in this

house; and no doubt our friends are upon the move off, if they have not

gone long before this."

"Come on, then."

They both left the kitchen, and each being armed with a knife, they

cautiously opened all the room doors on that floor; but they only found

the usual furniture of such apartments, and it was quite clear that no

cash was to be had in that portion of the premises.

"Come up stairs," said Lupin, with a look of savage determination. "Come

on, Todd; we will see what can be done up stairs."

They carefully ascended the staircase, but they only just peeped into

the drawing-room, and then they went up to the floor upon which the

bed-rooms were situated. They paused at the first door they came to, and

Lupin very carefully tried the lock. It was only on the latch, and in

the room a rushlight was burning. They both crept in, and their

footsteps made no noise upon the soft carpeting of the apartment. A bed

was in the room, and upon it lay a young lady. Lupin gave a hideous grin

as he looked at her, and then stooping down by the bed-side he said, in

a whisper--

"If you scream, everybody in this house will be murdered!--If you

scream, everybody in this house will be murdered! If you--Oh, that will

do."

The young lady awakened with a start, but the words that were twice

repeated still rung in her ears, and scream she did not, but she looked

half dead from fright.

"Now, my dear," said Lupin, "Providence has brought us to your bed-side,

and if you make any disturbance, we mean to submit you and the whole of

the family to the operation of a carving-knife, the Lord willing. All we

want is money, and if we can get that quietly, we will go and not so

much as ask your pretty little lips for a kiss."

[Illustration: The Murderers In The Young Lady's Chamber.]

"Oh, Heaven protect me!" said the young lady.

"A--men!" said Lupin. "Now my dear, who is in the house besides you?"

"My father, the alderman, and my mother, and the servants above

stairs.--Oh, spare my parents."

"Very good, where can any money be got hold of?"

"Will a hundred pounds content you?"

"Yes," said Todd, putting his head between the curtains at the foot of

the bed. The young lady gave a faint cry, and Mr. Lupin flourished the

carving-knife over her--"Where are the hundred pounds?" he said, "and we

will go."

"In my father's room. It is the next room. His purse is on the

dressing-table. If you will let me go and get it, I will give it to you

upon your promise then to leave the house."

"How are we to trust you not to say that we are here?"

"I swear by all that is holy--I use the name of the great God. Oh,

indeed you may trust me."

"Go," said Lupin.

The young lady got out of bed, and both Todd and Lupin followed her from

the room. She crossed the landing, and at once opened the door of a

room. Then they heard a man's voice say--"Who's that?" and the young

lady replied--"Only me, father. I want something out of your room. I

shall not be a minute." "Bless the girl," said a female voice--"What can

she want?"

In a minute or two the young lady came back to the landing where Todd

and Lupin were waiting for her.

"Now," said Lupin in a low voice--"Now, my little dear, have you got

it?"

"Quick--quick!" said Todd, "or you die. I am half a mind to cut your

throat as it is, just for the pleasure of the thing."

The young lady stood just upon the threshold of the door of her father's

room, and then as Lupin held up his light, she raised both her hands, in

each of which was a horse-pistol, and presenting one at Lupin's head and

one at Todd's, she said--

"Thieves! thieves! thieves!"

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