Could he find no other he would apply for employment as a Bow Street runner, serve for a year to find out their methods, and acquaint himself with the places where criminals were harbored.

It would be the one object of his life, until he succeeded in laying his hand on Bastow's shoulder.

He would not shoot him if he could help it.

He should prefer to see him in the dock, to hear the sentence passed on him, and to see it carried out.

As to the treasure, it was not worth a thought till his first duty was discharged.
Presently a servant brought him a cup of tea.