I mean to profit by the refreshing fact that we are really and truly innocent; nothing but the presence of the--you know what--connects us with the crime; once let us get rid of it, no matter how, and there is no possible clue to trace us by.

Well, I give you my piano; we'll bring it round this very night.
Tomorrow we rip the fittings out, deposit the--our friend--inside, plump the whole on a cart, and carry it to the chambers of a young gentleman whom I know by sight.' 'Whom do you know by sight ?' repeated Pitman.
'And what is more to the purpose,' continued Michael, 'whose chambers I know better than he does himself.

A friend of mine--I call him my friend for brevity; he is now, I understand, in Demerara and (most likely) in gaol--was the previous occupant.

I defended him, and I got him off too--all saved but honour; his assets were nil, but he gave me what he had, poor gentleman, and along with the rest--the key of his chambers.
It's there that I propose to leave the piano and, shall we say, Cleopatra ?' 'It seems very wild,' said Pitman.

'And what will become of the poor young gentleman whom you know by sight ?' 'It will do him good,'-- said Michael cheerily.