"I am innocent.

I could not have committed this robbery.

I have only just left Wych Street.

Send for Mr.Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth." "You'd better hold your peace, my lad," observed Jonathan, in a menacing tone.
"Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames.
"Away with him!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, impatiently.
"Take the prisoners below, Nab," said Jonathan, addressing the dwarfish Jew; "I'll join you in an instant." The bearded miscreant seized Jack by the waist, and Thames by the nape of the neck, and marched off, like the ogre in the fairy tale, with a boy under each arm, while Charcam brought upt the rear..