That paper _must_ be signed, or I take my departure." "Go, Sir," rejoined the knight, haughtily.
"Ay, ay, I'll go, fast enough!" returned Jonathan, putting his hands into his pockets, "but not alone, Sir Rowland." At this juncture, the door was flung open, and Charcam entered, dragging in Thames, whom he held by the collar, and who struggled in vain to free himself from the grasp imposed upon him.
"Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant.

"I was only just in time.

The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs.

Come along, my Newgate bird!" he continued, shaking him with great violence.
Jonathan gave utterance to a low whistle.
"If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity.

As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder." Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle.
"'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated.
"What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland ?" whispered Jonathan, who sat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the youth's view.