“Never,” replied Sheppard bitterly. “My friends need not fear my return. They shall hear of me no more. Under another name,--not my own hateful one,--I will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, and win myself a reputation, or perish honourably. But I will never--never return.” “I will not attempt to combat your resolution, Jack,” returned Thames, after a pause. “But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it.” “I wish you hadn't mentioned her,” said Jack, in a broken voice, while his whole frame shook with emotion. “What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. I don't ask you to supply my place--for that is, perhaps, impossible. But, be like a son to her.” “Do not doubt me,” replied Thames, warmly pressing his hand. “And now, I've one further request,” faltered Jack; “though I scarcely know how to make it. It is to set me right with Winifred. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,--or even so ill. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. If hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime. Will you tell her that?” “I will,” replied Thames, earnestly. “Enough,” said Jack, recovering his composure. “And now, to your own concerns. Blueskin, who has been on the watch all night, has dogged Sir Rowland Trenchard to Jonathan Wild's house; and, from the mysterious manner in which he was admitted by the thief-taker's confidential servant, Abraham Mendez, and not by the regular porter, there is little doubt but they are alone, and probably making some arrangements prior to our uncle's departure from England.” “Is he leaving England?” demanded Thames, in astonishment. “He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start,” replied Jack. “Now, if as I suspect,--from the documents just placed in your possession,--Sir Rowland meditates doing you justice after his departure, it is possible his intentions may be frustrated by the machinations of Wild, whose interest is obviously to prevent such an occurrence, unless we can surprise them together, and, by proving to Sir Rowland that we possess the power of compelling a restitution of your rights, force the other treacherous villain into compliance. Jonathan, in all probability, knows nothing of these packets; and their production may serve to intimidate him. Will you venture?” “It is a hazardous experiment,” said Thames, after a moment's reflection; “but I will make it. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. The risk I run is nothing to yours.” “I care for no risk, provided I can serve you,” rejoined Sheppard. “Besides, you'll not be able to get in without me. It won't do to knock at the door, and Jonathan Wild's house is not quite so easy of entrance as Mr. Wood's.”