Sir Rowland Trenchard is aware of your return to England.

I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison.
He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker.

I overheard them planning your assassination.
It is to take place to-night." "O Heavens!" screamed Winifred, while her father lifted up his hands in silent horror.
"And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, _I_ am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested." "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity.
"Here are Jonathan Wild's written instructions to Quilt Arnold," rejoined Sheppard, producing the pocket-book he had found in the janizary's clothes.

"This letter will vouch for me that a communication has taken place between your enemies." Thames glanced at the despatch, and, after a moment's reflection, inquired, "In what way is the attempt upon my life to be made ?" "That I couldn't ascertain," replied Jack; "but I advise you to be upon your guard.

For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment." "Here!" ejaculated Wood, with a look of alarm.