Soon outstripping the officers, who vainly begged him to keep with them, as they were unacquainted with the person of whom he was in pursuit,—forgetting every measure of precaution in the ardour of the chase, Richard rushed headlong through the dark and ill-paved streets, following the echo of every retreating footstep which he heard, and stopping only to scrutinise the countenances of those who, in the obscurity of the hour and place, seemed at first sight to resemble the exterior of the Resurrection Man. Vain was his search. At length, exhausted, he sate down on the steps of a door-way to recover his breath, after having expended an hour in his fruitless search up one street, down another, and in every nook and corner of that district which we have before described as the Holy Land. Accident shortly led the officers, who had originally entered upon the chase with him, to the spot where he was seated. "Here is the gentleman himself," said one, turning the glare of his bull's-eye full upon our hero. "No luck, I suppose, sir?" observed another. "You had much better have remained with us and given us some idea of the person that you want." "Fool that I was!" exclaimed Markham, now perceiving his imprudence in that respect: "I have left you to pursue a shadow, instead of depicting to you the substance. But surely the name of Anthony Tidkins——" "The Resurrection Man, as they call him," hastily remarked one of the constables. "The same," answered Markham. "Why—he blew himself up, along with some others and a number of our men, last year, down in Bethnal Green," said the constable who had last spoken. "No—he lives, he lives," exclaimed Richard, impatiently. "My God! I know him but too well." "And it was after him that you gave the alarm just now in Tottenham Court Road?" "It was. I knew him at once—I could not be mistaken: his voice, laden with a curse, still rings in my ears." "Well, since the gentleman's so positive, I 'spose it must be so," said the constable: "we musn't sleep upon it, mates. Ten to one that Tidkins has taken to burrow in one of the low cribs about here; and he means to lie quiet for two or three days till the alarm's blown over. I know the dodges of these fellers. You two go the round of Plumptre Street; and me and this gentleman will just take a promiscuous look into the kens about here." The two constables to whom these words were addressed, immediately departed upon the mission proposed to them, and Richard signified his readiness to accompany the officer who had thus settled the plan of proceedings. "We'll go first to Rats' Castle, sir, if you please," said the policeman: "that is the most likely place for a run-away to take refuge in at random." "What is Rats' Castle?" asked Markham, as he walked by the officer's side down a wretched alley, almost as dark as pitch, and over the broken pavement of which he stumbled at every step.