I remember their coming and looking for him at M--, where we then lived.

He wasn't there, but they found him in London, and,"-- here Jack groaned--"he was transported." "Poor Jack!" was all I could say.

"How dreadful for you all!" We said no more that night, but as we lay arm in arm, and presently fell asleep, I think we both felt we were bound together that night by a stronger tie than ever.
Yet, had I known what was to come, I would sooner have rushed from that house than allow my friend Smith to tell me his secret..