The officer instantaneously fell back; and Old Death threw himself on the floor, where he rolled in horrid agonies--writhing like a stricken snake, and shrieking franticly, “Oh! my eyes! my eyes!” Bingham and the subordinate functionaries rushed in from the adjoining apartment; and, having assured themselves that Dykes was unhurt--although his escape from the burning fluid was truly miraculous--they turned their attention towards Old Death. One of them obtained water, and dashed it over him; but still he rolled and writhed--uttering dreadful cries, mingled with horrid imprecations--and rubbing his face madly with his hands. For the miserable wretch was burnt in an appalling manner; and his sight was gone! We must pause for a single moment to explain his design--that design which so signally failed and brought down such frightful consequences upon himself. Perceiving that all hope of being able to bribe Mr. Dykes was frustrated, he thought of the only alternative that could possibly be attempted--an escape. At the same instant that this last idea was formed, it flashed to his mind that Dr. Lascelles had been accustomed to keep many deadly poisons and ardent fluids in the laboratory. His eyes wandered round in search of them; and they lighted upon a large bottle, labelled “Vitriol.” To break it over the officer’s head, and escape in the confusion that must ensue by means of the little chamber which had once been his bed-room, and which, as the reader may recollect, had two doors--one opening from the laboratory, and the other into apartments beyond,--this was the hastily conceived but discomfitted design of Old Death! The desperate project had failed--and in a desperate manner, too: for the miscreant had received mortal injuries--and his sufferings were horrible. A pint of vitriol had streamed over his head--penetrating beneath his clothes, all down his neck and chest--burning him horribly, even to his very eyes in their sockets! Rainford, alarmed by the hideous yells which had reached him in another part of the spacious house, rushed into the laboratory to ascertain the cause, having begged Mr. de Medina and Esther to await his return. At the same instant that he entered by one door, Jacob Smith made his appearance by another; and Dykes hastily explained what had occurred. Rainford accordingly issued immediate orders to transport the dying man to a bed-chamber; and fortunately, at this crisis, Dr. Lascelles arrived at the house. The physician had been alarmed by the rumours which prevailed relative to the incidents that had occurred in Red Lion Street: but a few words, rapidly exchanged with Tom Rain, relieved the doctor of all apprehensions on account of his friend--and all his attention was now devoted to Old Death. [Illustration]