Jack Sheppard. Vol. 2

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Ainsworth William Harrison. Jack Sheppard. Vol. 2

CHAPTER XIII. THE MAGDALENE

CHAPTER XIV. THE FLASH KEN

CHAPTER XV. THE ROBBERY IN WILLESDEN CHURCH

CHAPTER XVI. JONATHAN WILD’S HOUSE IN THE OLD BAILEY

CHAPTER XVII. THE NIGHT-CELLAR

CHAPTER XVIII. HOW JACK SHEPPARD BROKE OUT OF THE CAGE AT WILLESDEN

CHAPTER XIX. GOOD AND EVIL

EPOCH THE THIRD, THE PRISON-BREAKER, 1724

CHAPTER I. THE RETURN

CHAPTER II. THE BURGLARY AT DOLLIS HILL

CHAPTER III. JACK SHEPPARD’S QUARREL WITH JONATHAN WILD

CHAPTER IV. JACK SHEPPARD’S ESCAPE FROM THE NEW PRISON

CHAPTER V. THE DISGUISE

CHAPTER VI. WINIFRED RECEIVES TWO PROPOSALS

CHAPTER VII. JACK SHEPPARD WARNS THAMES DARRELL

CHAPTER VIII. OLD BEDLAM

CHAPTER IX. OLD NEWGATE

CHAPTER X. HOW JACK SHEPPARD GOT OUT OF THE CONDEMNED HOLD

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In an incredibly short space of time,—for her anxiety lent wings to her feet,—Mrs. Sheppard reached the debtor’s garrison. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. This was enough for the poor widow. She felt she was now near her boy, and, nothing doubting her ability to rescue him from his perilous situation, she breathed a fervent prayer for his deliverance; and bending her steps towards the tavern in question, revolved within her mind as she walked along the best means of accomplishing her purpose. Aware of the cunning and desperate characters of the persons with whom she would have to deal,—aware, also, that she was in a quarter where no laws could be appealed to, nor assistance obtained, she felt the absolute necessity of caution. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. The Master of the Mint, in the exercise of his two-fold office of governor and publican, was mounted upon a chair, and holding forth to his guests in a speech, to which Mrs. Sheppard was unwillingly compelled to listen.

“Gentlemen of the Mint,” said the orator, “when I was first called, some fifty years ago, to the important office I hold, there existed across the water three places of refuge for the oppressed and persecuted debtor.”

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“I say,” retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, “I shan’t stand any more of that nonsense. What do you mean by calling me wretch, Madam!” she added marching up to Mrs. Sheppard, and regarding her with an insolent and threatening glance.

“Yes—what do you mean, Ma’am?” added Jack, staggering after her.

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