CHAPTER III.
Jack Sheppard's Quarrel with Jonathan Wild.
Scarcely an hour after the horrible occurrence just related, as Jonathan Wild was seated in the audience-chamber of his residence at the Old Bailey, occupied, like Peachum, (for whose portrait he sat,) with his account-books and registers, he was interrupted by the sudden entrance of Quilt Arnold, who announced Jack Sheppard and Blueskin.
"Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction.

"I was just thinking of you Jack.

What news.

Have you done the trick at Dollis Hill ?--brought off the swag--eh ?" "No," answered Jack, flinging himself sullenly into a chair, "I've not." "Why how's this ?" exclaimed Jonathan.

"Jack Sheppard failed! I'd not believe it, if any one but himself told me so." "I'v not failed," returned Jack, angrily; "but we've done too much." "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan.