I thought the doctor noticed it too; but he preserved his countenance, as usual, in a state of the most unruffled composure.
"What a time that fellow is gone!" he exclaimed gayly.

"Perhaps I had better go and get the book myself." The two strangers had been gradually lessening the distance between the doctor and themselves, ever since Screw had left the room.

The last words were barely out of his mouth, before they both sprang upon him, and pinioned his arms with their hands.
"Steady, my fine fellow," said Mr.Manasseh's head agent.

"It's no go.
We are Bow Street runners, and we've got you for coining." "Not a doubt of it," said the doctor, with the most superb coolness.
"You needn't hold me.

I'm not fool enough to resist when I'm fairly caught." "Wait till we've searched you; and then we'll talk about that," said the runner.* The doctor submitted to the searching with the patience of a martyr.
No offensive weapon being found in his pockets, they allowed him to sit down unmolested in the nearest chair.
"Screw, I suppose ?" said the doctor, looking inquiringly at the officers.
"Exactly," said the principal man of the two.