CHAPTER XLI.
TODD’S VISION.
When they had left, Todd remained for some minutes in an attitude of thought.
“Is this an accident?” he said, “or is it but the elaboration of some deep design to entrap me. What am I to think?”
Todd was an imaginative man quite. He was just the individual to think, and think over the affair until he made something of it, very different from what it really was, and yet there was some hope that the matter was no more than what it appeared to be, by the character of the parties who had come upon the mission. If anything serious had come to the ears of the authorities, he thought, that surely two such people as the beadle of St. Dunstan’s, and his neighbour the shoemaker, would not be employed to unravel such a mystery. He sat down in an arm chair and rested hi
