''Tis a good while now, ay twenty-two years; your noble father's dead these twenty-two years and upwards.

'Twas a bad murdher, Sir: they wor both bad murdhers.

I look on it, _he's_ a murdhered man.' 'He--who ?' demanded the young man.
'Your father, Sir.' 'My father murdered ?' said Mervyn.
'Well, I see no great differ; I see none at all.

I'll tell you how it was.' And he looked over his shoulder again, and into the corners of the room, and then Mr.Irons began-- 'I believe, Sir, there's no devil like a vicious young man, with a hard heart and cool courage, in want of money.

Of all the men I ever met with, or heard tell of, Charles Archer was the most dreadful.