I refused to sign a petition in his behalf to the Recorder; not from any ill-will to him, but because it was prepared by a person whom I particularly dislike--Captain Darrell." "A very sufficient reason," answered the jailer.
"Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home.

I may want you.

Light the lantern.

And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, don't mind it." "Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them.
"Now, step this way, Mr.What's-your-name ?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer.
"Very well, Mr.Slipshod; follow me." And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth.
"Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt.
"Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper.

"He _ought_ to do, seeing that he served his apprenticeship in it to Mr.Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied.