CHAPTER CLV.

TODD GETS THE BETTER OF THE SHARPERS, AND TAKES A BOAT.

The girl brought Todd a plate of roast-beef, a loaf, and some brandy,

with which he regaled himself tolerably well; but he was uncomfortably

conscious that the two men were looking at him all the while.

"Gentlemen," he said, "it's a very odd thing, but my appetite continues

good notwithstanding all my infirmities. I eat well, and I drink well,

and the doctors say that that is what keeps me alive."

"I should not wonder," said one of the men drily.

"Yes," said the other, with a laugh, "you are like us, old gentleman; we

live by victuals and drink."

"Ah, I didn't mean that," said Todd; "you young people are so fond of

your jokes. Dear me, when I was young I used to be fond of my joke,

likewise, but now I am so old, that what with my winter cough, and the

gout, and all that sort of thing, my joking days are long since gone by.

I lost my poor wife, too, a little while ago--bless her heart! Ah, me!"

Todd had the greatest inclination in the world to make up one of his old

diabolical faces at this juncture; but he restrained himself, for he

felt the danger of doing so; and then affecting to wipe away a tear, he

added--

"But I find my consolation in religion. There's where, gentlemen, an old

man may look for comfort, and that strength of heart and soul, which in

this world is denied to him."

"Very true, sir--very true."

"Ah, gentlemen, it is true; and there's nothing in all the world like an

easy conscience. That's the sort of thing to make a man feel serene and

happy in this world, while he is preparing for the joys of the next."

"How delightful it is, sir," said one of the men, "for us to meet with a

gentleman who has the same opinion as ourselves. Will you join us in a

glass, sir, if you please?"

"Oh, yes--yes, with pleasure. What a shocking bad fire, they tell me,

has been in Fleet Street."

"Yes, it's the notorious Todd's house."

"In--deed!"

The man who had proposed the social glass rang the bell, and ordered

three tumblers of brandy-and-water, and then he said--

"Ah, sir! if you or I could only lay hold of Sweeney Todd it would be

rather a good day's work."

"Oh, dear, God forbid!" said Todd. "He would soon lay me low if I were

to try to lay hold of him, with, as I may say in a manner of speaking,

one foot in the grave. I am not, in the natural order of things, long

for this world, gentlemen, and it is not for me to lay hold of desperate

characters."

"That's true, sir; but do you know the reward that is offered for him by

the Secretary of State?"

"No! Is there really a reward for him?"

"Yes, a thousand pounds clear to any one who will lodge him in any jail.

A thousand pounds! Why, it makes a man's mouth water to think of it. One

might retire, Bill, mightn't one, and give up all sorts of--"

Bill gave his enthusiastic comrade rather a severe cautionary kick under

the table, and it seemed to have the effect of stopping the word

'thieving' from coming past his lips quite at unawares--at least that

was the way Todd translated it. He had not the smallest doubt but that

the public-house was a very indifferent one, and that the two men whom

he was in company with in it were two of the most arrant thieves in all

London.

Todd resolved to act accordingly, and he did not let them see that he

had the least suspicion of them; but he kept such a wary eye upon their

movements, that nothing they did or looked escaped him. They little

supposed that so keen an observer watched them as Sweeney Todd was.

The brandy-and-water that had been ordered soon made its appearance; and

Todd, while perpetrating a very well-acted fit of coughing, saw one of

the men just slightly wink at the other, and take a little way from his

waistcoat pocket a small bottle.

"Oh!" thought Todd, "my brandy-and-water will be prepared, I see; and if

I do not look sharp, these fellows will rob me of all that I have run so

much risk, and took so much trouble to get out of the old house."

After a moment's thought, he rose and said--

"I will only go and pay for what I have had at the bar, and you must

permit me likewise to pay for this."

"Oh, no--no!"

"Oh, yes, but I will--I will! I dare say that I have the most money,

after all, for I have been very careful in my time, and saved a trifle,

so you must permit me."

The two thieves were so delighted at getting rid of him for a few

moments, that although they declared it was too bad, they let him go.

The moment he was gone, one said to the other, with a grin--

"Bill, put a good dose into the old chap's glass. He has got a rare gold

watch in his pocket, and there's a ring on his finger, that if it isn't

a diamond, it's as near like one as ever I heard of. Give him a good

dose."

"Well, but you know that even a few drops will settle him?"

"Never mind that. It's all right enough; pour it in."

They put enough of some deadly drug into the glass of brandy-and water

that stood next to where Todd had been sitting to kill a horse; and then

he returned and sat down with a groan, as he said--

"It's quite a funny thing! There's a man at the bar inquiring for

somebody; and he's got a red waistcoat on."

"A red waistcoat!" cried both the the thieves, jumping up. "Did you say

a red waistcoat?"

"Why, yes; and I think he is what they call a Bow Street thingamy--Lord

bless my old brain! what do they call them--"

"A runner?"

"Ah, to be sure, a Bow Street runner, to be sure."

Both the thieves bundled out of the parlour in a moment, and Todd was

not idle while they were gone. The first thing he did was to decant his

own brandy-and-water--which had been drugged--into an empty glass. Then

he filled his glass with the contents of one of the thieves' glasses.

After that, he half filled that glass with the drugged spirit, and

filled it up from the other thief's glass, and that again he filled up

with the drugged spirit.

By this means, each of them had half from the glass they had--as they

thought--so very cleverly drugged for him, to drink from; and as they

had not scrupled to put in an over dose, it may be fairly presumed that

there was in each of their glasses quite enough to make them very

uncomfortable.

They both returned.

"There's nobody there now," said one. "Are you sure you saw him, sir? We

can't see any one."

"Didn't I tell you he was going away when I saw him? It was only the

latch of the door catching his top-coat that made me see his red

waistcoat; and it was a wonder then that I saw it, for I am not very

noticeable in those things. Oh, dear, how bad my cough is."

"Take some of your brandy-and-water, sir," said one of the thieves, as

he winked at the other. "It will do you good, sir."

"Not a doubt of it," said the other.

"Do you think so? Well--well, perhaps it may. Here's my friendship to

both of you, gentlemen; and I hope we shall none of us repent of this

happy meeting. I am much pleased, gentlemen, to see you both, and hope

the brandy-and-water will do us all a world of good. I will give you a

toast, gentlemen."

"Ah, a toast!--a toast!"

"But mind gentlemen, you must take a good draught, if you drink my

toast--Will you?"

"Will we? Ay, to be sure, if you will."

"I promise, gentlemen; so here's the toast--It's to the very cunning fox

who laid a trap for another, and caught his own tail in it!"

"What a droll toast!" said the two thieves. They paused a moment, but as

they saw their new friend drink at least one-half of his

brandy-and-water in honour of the toast, they did the same thing, and

looked at each other quite contented and pleased as possible that the

drugged spirit, at the very first pull, had been so freely partaken

of--for they had found, by experience, the victims they would have made

perceived a disagreeable taste, and would not drink twice.

"Hilloa!" said Todd.

"What's the matter, old gentleman?"

"Do you know, this is very good brandy-and-water?"

"Glad you like it."

"Like it?--I couldn't be off liking it. It's capital! Let's finish these

glasses, and have others at once."

As he spoke he finished his glass, and the two thieves were so delighted

that he had taken it all, that they at once finished theirs likewise;

and then they looked at him, and then at each other, until one said to

the other, as he made a wry face--

"I say, Bill, I--I don't much like my glass. How did yours taste, eh,

old fellow?"

"Very queer."

"How strange," said Todd; "mine was beautiful! I hope, gentlemen, you

have not made a mistake and put anything out of the way in your own

glasses instead of mine?"

"Oh, dear. Oh--oh! I am going, Bill."

"And so am I. Oh, murder! My head is going round and round like a

humming-top as big as St. Paul's."

"And so is mine."

"Then, gentlemen," said Todd, rising, "I shall have the pleasure of

bidding you good day, and I hope you have just sense enough left to

appreciate the toast of the 'cunning fox that laid a trap for another,

in which he caught his own tail,' and I have the further pleasure of

informing you that I am Sweeney Todd."

The two thieves, quite overcome by the powerful and death-dealing

narcotic they had placed in the liquor, fell to the floor in a state of

perfect insensibility, and Todd very calmly walked out of the

public-house.

[Illustration: Todd Turns The Tables On The Two Sharpers, And Escapes.]

"This will not do," he said, when he reached the west-end of Holywell

Street. "I must not run such risks as this. I must now be off. But where

to? That is the question. Out of London, of course. The river, I

think--ay, the river. That will be the best. I will house myself until

night, and then I will hire a boat and go to Gravesend. From there I

shall not find much difficulty in getting on board some foreign vessel,

and with what I have in my pockets I will bid adieu to England for a

little while, until I can sell my watches and jewels, and then I will

come back and have my revenge yet upon those whom I only live now to

destroy."

Full of these thoughts, Todd went down one of the narrow streets leading

to the Thames, and as he saw a bill in a window of lodgings to let, he

thought he should be safer there than in a house of public

entertainment. He resolved upon taking a lodging for a week at any cost,

and then leaving it in the evening after he should have had some rest at

it, which he might do for the remainder of the day, provided the people

would take him in, which he had very little doubt of them doing, as he

did not intend to object to their terms, and he did intend to pay in

advance.

Todd knocked at the door.

It was answered by a woman of the true landlady species, who, upon

hearing that it was the lodging Todd was after, was all smiles and

sweetness immediately.

"I have come up from the country, madam," said Todd, "and my luggage is

at an inn in Gracechurch Street. I intend to send for it in the morning;

and as I am weary, if you can accommodate me with a lodging, as I have

some business to transact for my son, the Deacon, in London, I shall be

much obliged."

"Oh, dear, yes sir; walk in. We have every accommodation. The

drawing-room floor, sir, at three guineas and a few extras."

"That will just do," said Todd. "Will you be so good as to show me the

rooms, madam?"

Todd saw the rooms, and of course admired them very much; and then he

said, in the blandest manner--

"I think the rooms very cheap, madam, and will take them at once, if you

please. The reference I will give you, is to the Principal of Magdalen

College, Oxford, the Reverend Peter Sly, madam. My own name is Bones,

and my son is the Reverend Archdeacon Bones. I will pay you now a week

in advance; and all I have to beg of you is, that you do yourself

justice as to charges. I will lie down and rest for a few hours, if you

please, madam."

"Oh, dear, sir! yes, certainly, Mr. Bones. There shall be no noise to

disturb you, and anything you want, if you will be so good as to ring

for, I will supply you with the greatest pleasure."

"Thank you, madam."

Thus then was it that Todd secured himself what appeared to be a

wonderfully safe asylum until night. He got into the bed with all his

clothes on; for he did not know how sudden the emergency might be that

might induce him to rise; and he soon fell into a deep sleep, for he had

undergone the greatest fatigues of late.

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