Good-bye, my dear, good-bye,
good-bye; God bless you! It will all come right."
In another minute Zachariah was out of doors. It was dark, and
getting late. The cold air revived him but he could not for some
time come to any determination as to what he ought to do next. He
was not well acquainted with the country round Manchester, and he
could not decide to what point of the compass it would be safest to
bend his steps. At last he remembered that at any rate he must
escape from the town boundaries, and get a night's lodging somewhere
outside them. With the morning some light would possibly dawn upon
him.
Pauline's warning was well-timed, for the constables made a descent
upon Caillaud's lodgings as soon as they got him into jail, and
thence proceeded to Coleman's. They insisted on a search, and Mrs.
Carter gave them a bit of her mind, for they went into every room of
the house, and even into Mrs. Coleman's bedroom.
"I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Nadin," she said, turning towards the
notorious chief constable, "if God A'mighty had to settle who was to
be hung in Manchester, it wouldn't be any of them poor Blanketeers.
Wouldn't you like to strip the clothes off the bed? That would be
just in your line.
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