Don't betray me!" Those were the words as ever he used.' There was a silence, broken only by the fall of the ashes in the grate.
An opportunity which the informer improved by smearing himself all over the head and neck and face with his drowned cap, and not at all improving his own appearance.
'What more ?' asked Lightwood.
'Of him, d'ye mean, Lawyer Lightwood ?' 'Of anything to the purpose.' 'Now, I'm blest if I understand you, Governors Both,' said the informer, in a creeping manner: propitiating both, though only one had spoken.
'What?
Ain't THAT enough ?' 'Did you ask him how he did it, where he did it, when he did it ?' 'Far be it from me, Lawyer Lightwood! I was so troubled in my mind, that I wouldn't have knowed more, no, not for the sum as I expect to earn from you by the sweat of my brow, twice told! I had put an end to the pardnership.

I had cut the connexion.

I couldn't undo what was done; and when he begs and prays, "Old pardner, on my knees, don't split upon me!" I only makes answer "Never speak another word to Roger Riderhood, nor look him in the face!" and I shuns that man.' Having given these words a swing to make them mount the higher and go the further, Rogue Riderhood poured himself out another glass of wine unbidden, and seemed to chew it, as, with the half-emptied glass in his hand, he stared at the candles.
Mortimer glanced at Eugene, but Eugene sat glowering at his paper, and would give him no responsive glance.

Mortimer again turned to the informer, to whom he said: 'You have been troubled in your mind a long time, man ?' Giving his wine a final chew, and swallowing it, the informer answered in a single word: 'Hages!' 'When all that stir was made, when the Government reward was offered, when the police were on the alert, when the whole country rang with the crime!' said Mortimer, impatiently.
'Hah!' Mr Riderhood very slowly and hoarsely chimed in, with several retrospective nods of his head.

'Warn't I troubled in my mind then!' 'When conjecture ran wild, when the most extravagant suspicions were afloat, when half a dozen innocent people might have been laid by the heels any hour in the day!' said Mortimer, almost warming.
'Hah!' Mr Riderhood chimed in, as before.