The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. “Your audacity passes belief,” cried the latter, as soon as his surprise would allow him utterance. “If you have contrived to break out of your confinement, villain, this is the last place where you ought to show yourself.” “And, therefore, the first I would visit,” replied Jack, boldly. “But, pardon my intrusion. I was _resolved_ to see you. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends.” “Well, villain!” replied Thames, “I know not the motive of your visit. But, if you have come to surrender yourself to justice, it is well. You cannot depart hence.” “Cannot?” echoed Jack, a slight smile crossing his features. “But, let that pass. My motive in coming hither is to serve you, and save your life. If you choose to requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so. I shall make no defence. That I am not ignorant of the reward offered for my capture this will show,” he added, taking a large placard headed '_Murder_' from his pocket, and throwing it on the floor. “My demeanour ought to convince you that I came with no hostile intention. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself close and lock the door. There is the key. Are you now satisfied?” “No,” interposed Wood, furiously, “I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn.” “A time may come when you will be gratified, Mr. Wood,” replied Jack, calmly. “May come!--it _will_ come!--it _shall_ come!” cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. “I have some difficulty in preventing myself from becoming your executioner. Oh! that I should have nursed such a viper!” “Hear me, Sir,” said Jack. “No, I won't hear you, murderer,” rejoined Wood. “I am no murderer,” replied Sheppard. “I had no thought of injuring your wife, and would have died rather than commit so foul a crime.” “Think not to delude me, audacious wretch,” cried the carpenter. “Even if you are not a principal, you are an accessory. If you had not brought your companion here, it would not have happened. But you shall swing, rascal,--you shall swing.” “My conscience acquits me of all share in the offence,” replied Jack, humbly. “But the past is irremediable, and I did not come hither to exculpate myself, I came to save _your_ life,” he added, turning to Thames. “I was not aware it was in danger,” rejoined Darrell. “Then you ought to be thankful to me for the warning. You _are_ in danger.” “From some of your associates?” “From your uncle, from _my_ uncle,--Sir Rowland Trenchard.” “What means this idle boasting, villain?” said Thames. “_Your_ uncle, Sir Rowland?”