The String of Pearls (1850), p. 575

CHAPTER CXXXIV.
THE ESCAPE, AND THE RETREAT IN CAEN WOOD, HAMPSTEAD.

While Mr. Lupin talked, he did not lose time, but he was working away at the lock of the door at the end of the passage. After a few moments there was a crackling sound, and then the lock yielded to the exertion of Mr. Lupin, and went back into its home. The door, with a wheezing sound, slowly opened.
"All's right," whispered Lupin. "The less we say now, Todd, the better, for our voices will go further now that we shall be clear of this passage. Come on. Follow me!"
They both emerged into the night air ; and crouching down, Lupin ran along the little yard in which they were, and which was not above half-a-dozen yards across. He paused at a door, and then suddenly starting away from it, he muttered—
"It is not this one. Ah! this is it! Stand quite close up against the wall, and then there will be the less chance of any one seeing you. I must work away at this door."
"Where does it lead to?" whispered Todd.
"To the chapel."
Todd screwed himself up into the smallest space that he possibly could against the wall, close to the door, while Lupin tried to open it. That door for more than ten minutes baffled him. Probably that fact was owing in some degree to the circumstance of his being in the dark, for of course, before emerging from the vaulted passage, he had thought it prudent to extinguish the little light he had.
"It baffles you," said Todd, in a voice of great anxiety.
"As yet, yes. No. It is open."
Todd breathed more freely.
"Come in," said Lupin. "Come in. We have done wonders as yet, my friend, and we will do wonders yet, I think, if Providence only looks with a gracious—There I go again. When shall I forget that chapel, I wonder?"
"It don't matter," said Todd. "I used to find a little religion answer very well myself."
"Not a doubt of it. Now, then, that the door is fast, we may muster up a light again."
With the aid of one of his matches, Lupin again illuminated the little wax end of the candle, and then Todd found that he was in a small kind of vestibule from which a green baize door led directly into the chapel. In fact, that was the entrance by which the lower class of offenders confined in Newgate were brought to the chapel on Sundays. The little building looked much larger by the faint light of that one candle than it really was, and Todd glared around him with a feeling of terror, as he had not felt since he had left his cell. Perhaps, after all all, a good deal of that was owing to the low temperature of the chapel, that lent a chill to his system.
"Look at that seat," said Lupin, pointing to one. "Do you know what it is?"
"Only a seat," said Todd. "Is there anything particular in it?"
"Nothing, except the kind of interest it might have for you, as being the one upon which the condemed prisoners sit, on the Sunday previous to their execution, that is all."
Todd turned aside with a shudder.
"Enough," he said. "Enough. That is enough. Let us get on, and not waste time in idle talking about such idle matters as these. I do not feel very well."
"And I," said Lupin, "would give a few bright pieces out of those hundreds that you have hidden, for a glass of brandy. But that's not to be thought of