With singular cunning and forethought he had pasted a piece of sandpaper into his hat. By this means he lighted a lucifer at once, and kept it out of sight from the windows, and also safe from the weather; he drew the end of the fuse into the hat, applied the match to it out of sight, then blew the match out and darted to his other infernal machine. In less than ten seconds he lighted that fuse too; then stepped into the boat, and left those two devilish sparks creeping each on its fatal errand. He pulled away with exulting bosom, beating heart, and creeping flesh. He pulled swiftly up stream, landed at the bridge, staggered up the steps, and found Coventry at his post, but almost frozen, and sick of waiting. He staggered up to him and gasped out, “I've done the trick, give me the brass, and let me go. I see a halter in the air.” His teeth chattered. But Coventry, after hoping and fearing for two hours and a half, had lost all confidence in his associate, and he said, “How am I to know you've done anything?” “You'll see and you'll hear,” said Cole. “Give me the brass.” “Wait till I see and hear,” was the reply. “What, wait to be nabbed? Another minute, and all the town will be out after me. Give it me, or I'll take it.” “Will you?” And Coventry took out a pistol and cocked it. Cole recoiled. “Look here,” said Coventry; “there are one hundred and fifty sovereigns in this bag. The moment I receive proof you have not deceived me, I give you the bag.” “Here, where we stand?” “Here, on this spot.” “Hush! not so loud. Didn't I hear a step?” They both listened keenly. The fog was thick by this time. Cole whispered, “Look down the river. I wonder which will go off first? It is very cold; very.” And he shook like a man in an ague. Both men listened, numbed with cold, and quivering with the expectation of crime. A clock struck twelve. At the first stroke the confederates started and uttered a cry. They were in that state when everything sudden shakes men like thunder. All still again, and they listened and shook again with fog and grime. Sudden a lurid flash, and a report, dull and heavy, and something tall seemed to lean toward them from the sky, and there was a mighty rushing sound, and a cold wind in their faces, and an awful fall of masonry on the water, and the water spurted under the stroke. The great chimney had fallen in the river. At this very moment came a sharp, tremendous report like a clap of thunder close at hand. It was so awful, that both bag and pistol fell out of Coventry's hand and rung upon the pavement, and he fled, terror-stricken. Cole, though frightened, went down on his knees, and got the bag, and started to run the other way. But almost at the first step he ran against a man, who was running toward him. Both were staggered by the shock, and almost knocked down. But the man recovered himself first, and seized Cole with a grip of iron.