CHAPTER LXV.
A MOONLIGHT VISIT TO ST. DUNSTAN’S VAULTS.
For the remainder of that day Todd was scarcely visible, so we will leave him to his occupation, which was that of packing up valuables, while we take a peep at a very solemn hour indeed at old St. Dunstan’s Church. The two figures on the outside of the ancient edifice had struck with their clubs the sonorous metal, and the hour of two had been proclaimed to such of the inhabitants of the vicinity who had the misfortune to be awake to hear it. The watchman at the gate of the Temple woke up and said “past six,” while another watchman, who was snugly ensconced in a box at the corner of Chancery Lane, answered that it was “four o’clock and a rainy morning.” Now it was neither four o’clock nor a rainy morning—for the sky, although by no
