He, next, discovered that Blueskin was gone; and, pursuing his scrutiny, found that he had carried off all the banknotes, gold, and letters,--including, what Jonathan himself was not aware of,--the two packets which he had abstracted from the person of Thames.

Uttering a terrible imprecation, Jonathan snatched up the link, and hastily descended the stairs, leaving the Jew behind him.

After a careful search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin.

But, finding the cellar-door open, concluded he had got out that way.
Returning to the audience-chamber in a by-no-means enviable state of mind, he commanded the Jew to throw the body of Thames into the Well Hole.
"You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head.

"No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plashe again." "Fool!" cried Wild, taking up the body, "what are you afraid of?
After all," he added, pausing, "he may be of more use to me alive than dead." Adhering to this change of plan, he ordered Abraham to follow him, and, descending the secret stairs once more, carried the wounded man into the lower part of the premises.