CHAPTER XCIX.
THE COOK FEELS THAT ALL THE WORLD NEGLECTS HIM, AND THEN HE GETS A LETTER.
Sir Richard Blunt left the shop, and Johanna had just time to conceal the scrap of paper which she had found in the waistcoat, and to seem to be busy at the fire, when Todd made his appearance. She had never seen such a grim smile upon Todd’s face as it now wore. He was for once in his life fairly pleased. When had he made such a morning’s work as that? Not even in his acquisition of those fatal Pearls had he gained so much as by that one slight push that had sent Mrs. Lovett and her claims into the river so neatly.
No wonder Sweeney Todd was elated and delighted. He had all the money now to himself. There was no one now to say to him “Where is my share?” He had all the produce of another’s awful cr
