CHAPTER CXXI.
TODD IS COMMITTED FOR TRIAL, AND EXPECTS THE WORST.
By the time the police office at Bow Street opened upon the morning, a wild vague, and uncertain sort of rumour had spread itself over London, concerning the discoveries that had been made at Todd’s house in Fleet Street, and at Mrs. Lovett’s in Bell Yard, Temple Bar.
Of course, the affair had lost nothing from many-tongued rumour, and the popular belief was, that Todd’s house had been found full of dead bodies from the attics to the cellars, while Mrs. Lovett had been actually detected in the very act of scraping some dead man’s bones, for tid-bits to make a veal pie of.
A dense crowd had assembled in Fleet Street, to have a look at Todd’s now shut-up house, and that thoroughfare very soon, in consequence, became no tho
