He knelt, stupefied, unable to speak or move.
"Come," cried Mogford again; "say, my lord, is this the villain ?" Lord Bellasis rallied his failing senses, his glazing eyes stared into his son's face with horrible eagerness; he shook his head, raised a feeble arm as though to point elsewhere, and fell back dead.
"If you didn't murder him, you robbed him," growled Mogford, "and you shall sleep at Bow Street to-night.

Tom, run on to meet the patrol, and leave word at the Gate-house that I've a passenger for the coach!--Bring him on, Jack!--What's your name, eh ?" He repeated the rough question twice before his prisoner answered, but at length Richard Devine raised a pale face which stern resolution had already hardened into defiant manhood, and said "Dawes--Rufus Dawes." * * * * * His new life had begun already: for that night one, Rufus Dawes, charged with murder and robbery, lay awake in prison, waiting for the fortune of the morrow.
Two other men waited as eagerly.

One, Mr.Lionel Crofton; the other, the horseman who had appointment with the murdered Lord Bellasis under the shadow of the fir trees on Hampstead Heath.

As for Sir Richard Devine, he waited for no one, for upon reaching his room he had fallen senseless in a fit of apoplexy..