"You are my prisoner, Jack." "You shall take my life first," rejoined Sheppard.
And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms.
"They shall not harm you, my love!" she exclaimed.
The movement was fatal to her son.

Taking advantage of his embarrassed position, Jonathan and his assistant rushed upon him, and disarmed him.
"Thank you, Mrs.Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your son.

Without you, we might have had some trouble." Aware apparently in some degree, of the mistake she had committed, the poor maniac sprang towards him with frantic violence, and planted her long nails in his cheek.
"Keep off, you accursed jade!" roared Jonathan, "-- off, I say, or--" And he struck her a violent blow with his clenched hand.
The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw.
"Devil!" cried Jack; "that blow shall cost you your life." "It'll not need to be repeated, at all events," rejoined Jonathan, looking with a smile of malignant satisfaction at the body.

"And, now,--to Newgate.".