BUT this utter prostration of his confederate began to alarm Wylie, and rouse him to exertion.

Certainly, he was very sorry for what he had done, and would have undone it and forfeited his three thousand pounds in a moment, if he could.

But, as he could not undo the crime, he was all the more determined to reap the reward.

Why, that three thousand pounds, for aught he knew, was the price of his soul; and he was not the man to let his soul go gratis.
He finished the rest of the brandy, and went after his men, to keep them true to him by promises; but the next day he came to the office in Fenchurch Street, and asked anxiously for Wardlaw.

Wardlaw had not arrived.