"Very well," said Green, "but be mindful of your own safety, Crotchet." "All's right. There ain't any more o' my sort in London, and I know I am
rather a valuable piece o' goods. Has anybody got the rope ready for the
lady?" "Here you are," said a man, "I have one." "You get up behind then," said Crotchet, "for of course you know we
shall soon want you." "Yes, I will. That's right! It's all right, friends. I am to get up
behind with the rope. Here's the rope!" "Three cheers for the rope!" cried somebody, and the cheers were given
with deafening violence. What will not a mob give three cheers for--ay,
or any number of cheers you like to name? A piece of poor humanity in
tinsel and fine linen, called a king or queen--a popular cry--a
murderess--a rope--anything will suffice. Surely, Mr. Crotchet, you know
something of the people! "Now," said Crotchet to the coachman, "are you as bold as brass, and as
strong as an iron file?" The coachman looked puzzled, but Mr. Crotchet pursued his queries. "Will these 'osses, if they is frightened a bit, cut along quick?" "Rather," said the coachman. "The blessed fact is, that they won't cut
along unless you do frighten them a bit; and as for me being an old file
and having lots o' brass, I doesn't consider as I'm a bit worser nor my
neighbours." "You is as hignorant as a badger!" said Crotchet. "Make yourself easy
and give me the reins. The mobs o' people thinks as we is a going to
hang the woman at the corner of Fleet Market, but if I lives another ten
minutes, she will be in Newgate. There may be something of a scuffle,
and if anything happens to you, or to the coach or the 'osses, the
county will pay handsomely, so now give me the reins. You may not like
to whip through them, but I haven't the least objection." The coachman looked scared and nervous, but he gave up the reins and the
whip to Crotchet, and then leaning back on the box, he waited with no
small trepidation the result of the expected disturbance, while he had
only Mr. Crotchet's word that the county would pay for handsomely. The short distance from the corner of Bell Yard to the end of Fleet
Market was rapidly traversed, and when that interesting point was
reached, the dense mass of people set up another shout, and began to
surround the lamp-post that was there, and to fill up all the avenues. "Get the rope up," said Crotchet. "Yes, yes. Hurrah! hurrah! Pull her out, and hang her!" The highly interesting process of getting the rope fixed upon the little
projecting piece of iron, upon which the lamplighter was wont to rest
his ladder, had the effect that Crotchet expected, namely, to attract
general attention; and then, taking advantage of the moment, he seized
the whip and used it with such effect upon the horses, that, terrified
and half maddened, they set off with the coach at a tearing gallop. For a moment or two--and in that moment or two Mr. Crotchet with his
prisoner got to the corner of the Old Bailey--the mob were so staggered
by this unexpected elopement of the hackney-coach, that not a soul
followed it. The idea that the horses had of their own accord started,
being probably alarmed at the links, was the first that possessed the
people, and many voices called out loudly--

"Pull 'em in--pull 'em in! Saw their heads off!" But when they saw Mr. Crotchet fairly turn into the Old Bailey, the
trick that had been played upon them became apparent; and one yell of
indignation and rage burst from the multitude. The pursuit was immediate; but Mr. Crotchet had too much the start of
the mob, and long before the struggling infuriated people, impeding each
other as they tore along, had reached the corner of the Old Bailey, Mrs.
Lovett was in the lobby of the prison, and the officers safely with her. She looked like a corpse. The colour of her face was that of soiled
white wax. But mobs, if they cannot wreak their vengeance upon what may be, for
distinction's sake, called the legitimate object of their displeasure,
will do so upon something else; and upon reaching the door of Newgate,
and finding there was no sort of chance of getting hold of Mrs. Lovett,
they took the horses out of the hackney-coach, and started them off
through the streets to go where they liked; and then, dragging the coach
to Smithfield, they then and there made a bon-fire of it, and were very
much satisfied and delighted, indeed. "Now, mum," said Crotchet to Mrs. Lovett, "didn't I say I'd bring yer to
the old stone jug as safe as ninepence?" She only looked at him vacantly; and then, glaring around her with a
shudder, she said--

"And this is Newgate!" "Just a few," said Crotchet. The governor at this moment made his appearance, and began to give
orders as to where Mrs. Lovett should be placed. A slight change of
colour came over her face, as she said--

"Shall I see Todd?" "Not at present," said the governor. "I should like to see him to forgive him; for no doubt it is to him that
I owe this situation. He has betrayed me!" The look which she put on when she uttered the words "I should like to
see him to forgive him," was so truly demoniac, that it was quite clear
if she did see Todd, that whether she were armed or not, she would fly
upon him, and try to take his life; and although in that she might fail,
there would be very little doubt but that, in the process of failure,
she would inflict upon him some very serious injury. It was not likely, though, that the officials of Newgate would indulge
her with an opportunity. "You had better all of you wait here," said the governor to Mr.
Crotchet, and the officers, and the cook, "until the mob is gone." "The street is quite clear, sir," said a turnkey, "They have taken the
coach to knock it to pieces, I suppose, sir." "And I'm done up at last!" said the coachman, wringing his hands, for he
had, in fear for his own safety, made his way into the lobby of Newgate
along with Mr. Crotchet; "I'm done up at last!" "Not at all," said the governor. "We would not have lost such a prisoner
as this Mrs. Lovett, for the worth of fifty coaches. Every penny of your
loss will be made good to you. There is a guinea, in the meantime--go
home, and do not distress yourself upon the subject, my good fellow." Upon this the coachman was greatly comforted, and with Mr. Crotchet and
the officers, he left the lobby of Newgate at the same moment that Mrs.
Lovett was led off into the interim of that gloomy and horrible abode. The object of the officer was now to get to the private office of Sir
Richard Blunt as soon as possible, and let him know of the successful
capture of Mrs. Lovett. Sir Richard, too, it will be remembered, had
left a special message with the cook to repair to his office as soon as
he could after his release from his bondage in Bell Yard, so that the
liberated cook, who felt that he owed that liberation to the advice and
assistance of Sir Richard, did not scruple to obey the directions of the
magistrate at once.