"Is your father alive ?" "No," returned Thames; "he was assassinated while I was an infant." "Who told you this is his portrait ?" demanded Trenchard.
"My heart," rejoined Thames, firmly; "which now tells me I am in the presence of his murderer." "That's me," interposed Jonathan; "a thief-taker is always a murderer in the eyes of a thief.

I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster.

But I can tell you who'll have the pleasure of hanging your father's son; and that's a person not a hundred miles distant from you at this moment--ha! ha!" As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompanied by a dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarse Jewish features, and a long red beard.

Between the Jew and the attendant came Jack Sheppard; while a crowd of servants, attracted by the news, that the investigation of a robbery was going forward, lingered at the doorway in hopes of catching something of the proceedings.
When Jack was brought in, he cast a rapid glance around him, and perceiving Thames in the custody of Jonathan, instantly divined how matters stood.

As he looked in this direction, Wild gave him a significant wink, the meaning of which he was not slow to comprehend.
"Get it over quickly," said Trenchard, in a whisper to the thief-taker.
Jonathan nodded assent.
"What's your name ?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on.
"Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar.