Of course when the day of his, Todd's, trial should arrive, the fact
could no longer be kept secret from him; and that day come at last to
wither up any faint hopes that he might cling to. Scarcely ever in London had such an amount of public excitement been
produced by any criminal proceedings, as by the trial of Sweeney Todd. While he pursued a monotonous life from day to day in his cell, haunted
by all sorts of fears, and the prey of the most dismal apprehensions,
the public appetite had been fed by all sorts of strange and vague
stories concerning him. The most hideous crimes had been laid to his charge; and in the
imagination of the people, the number of his victims was quadrupled, so
that when the morning of his trial arrived, so great was the excitement,
that business in the City was almost at a stand still, and sober-minded
men who did not see any peculiar interest in the sayings and doings of a
great criminal, were of course disgusted that the popular taste should
run that way. As regarded Todd himself, he had gone into Newgate with a fixed
determination in his own mind to commit suicide if he possibly could;
but he had not taken the precaution that Mrs. Lovett had long before, in
providing the means of so doing; and consequently he was thrown upon the
scanty resources that might present themselves to him in the prison. That those resources would be few and limited enough, may be well
imagined, for the most special instructions had been given by Sir
Richard Blunt to prevent Todd from committing suicide; and since Mrs.
Lovett had so disposed of herself despite the authorities, those
precautions had been redoubled; so that Todd, after two or three
abortive attempts, and thinking the matter over in every way, saw that
there was no chance for him in that way, and he made up his mind to
abide his trial, with the hope that he might, during the course of it,
be able to say enough to make Mrs. Lovett's conviction certain, while he
felt certain that he could not possibly make his own situation worse
than it was. He thought, too, that perhaps after conviction he might behave so
cunningly as to deceive his jailer into an idea that he was full of
contrition and resignation, and so, at some ungarded moment, achieve the
object that now he felt to be impossible. With these hopes and feelings, then, little suspecting that Mrs. Lovett
had already removed her case to a higher tribunal, Sweeney Todd awaited
his trial. Probably he had no idea of the amount of excitement that his case had
created outside the prison. The customary calm of the officials of the
jail, had deceived him into a belief, that after all it was no such
great matter; but he quite forgot that that was a professional calm,
with which the people had nothing to do, and in which it was not at all
likely they would participate. The Governor came into his cell about a quarter before nine o'clock on
the morning fixed for his trial. "Sweeney Todd," he said, "you are wanted in court." "I am ready," said Todd. He rose with alacrity, and accompanied the Governor and two turnkeys. It
was the custom then to place prisoners accused of such heavy offences as
fell to Todd's charge in irons, and if the authorities had any suspicion
of violent intentions upon the part of such prisoners, the irons
accompanied them to the bar of the Old Bailey. Todd was so accompanied;
and as he walked along, his irons made a melancholy clank together. His imprisonment preceding his trial had been uncommonly short, but yet
it had been sufficient to bring him down greatly in appearance. He had
never been one of the fat order of mortals, but now he looked like some
great gaunt, ghost. Every patch of colour had forsaken his cheeks, and
his eyes looked preternaturally lustrous. Those who had not been accustomed to the sight of him during his
imprisonment in Newgate, shrunk from him as he followed the Governor
through the gloomy passages of the prison. Two well-armed officers keep
close upon his heels, so that Todd could not complain of a want of
attendants. [Illustration: Todd Goes To Take His Trial.] Even he recoiled when he was brought into the court of the Old Bailey,
for it was a complete sea of heads; and from the dock he could hear the
roar and the shout, and the shrieks of people outside, who were still
struggling for admission. It was then that the idea first seemed to strike him that the public, in
him, had recognised one of those notorious criminals, that awaken in no
small degree popular indignation by their acts. Indeed, upon his first
appearance in the court, there was a strange kind of groan of
execration, which was tolerably evident to all, and yet not defined
enough for the judge to take any notice of. The strife continued at the door of the court, and it was quite evident
that the officers were engaged in a severe struggle with the crowd
outside. "Let the doors be closed," said the judge; "the court is already
inconveniently crowded." Upon this order, the officers redoubled their exertions; and being
assisted by some of the spectators already within the court, who were
fearful of being trampled to death if the crowd should once get in, the
doors were made to shut, and fastened. A yell of rage and disappointment came from the mob; and then a loud
voice, that towered above all other noises, shouted--

"Bring Todd out and we will hang him at once without any further
trouble. We only want Todd!" The countenance of the prisoner turned as white as paper, and his
glaring eyes were fixed upon the doors of the court. "It is quite impossible," said the judge, "that the business of the
court can be carried on under these circumstances; I hope that the civil
power will be sufficient to repress this tumult without, otherwise it
will be my duty to send for a guard of military, and then bloodshed may
be the consequence, from which those who create this riot alone will be
in any way answerable." "Bring him out!" cried a hundred voices. "Out with him! Todd--Todd! We
want Todd." There was then such a furious hammering at the doors of the court, that
it was quite impossible to hear what any one said. Sir Richard Blunt
suddenly appeared on the bench, and leaning over to the judge, he said--

"My lord, I am collecting a force with which I shall be able to clear
the entrances to the court." "I wish you would, Sir Richard. This riot is most disgraceful." "It is, my lord; but it shall be suppressed now with as much speed as
may be." With this, Sir Richard immediately retired. He collected together a
force of fifty constables, and forming them into a sort of wedge, he
suddenly opened a side door, and attacked the mob. The fight, for a
hand-to-hand fight it now was, did not last more than ten minutes, when
the mob gave way, and "every one for himself" became the cry. In five
minutes more the party of officers had possession of all the avenues to
the court, and a profound silence succeeded to the riot that had taken
place.