The String of Pearls (1850), p. 650

"I know it is, sir. The fact is, that house would have been like a great blot, sirs, in the middle of Fleet Street; no one would have taken it for love or money; and it a very good thing as it's gone at last."
"You reason the matter very well, Mr. Beadle," said another, "and I for a certainty subscribe to your opinion, that it is a good thing it is gone at last, and I only hope that its late owner will soon be in the hands of justice. Somebody is trying the door of the church."
The beadle went to it, and upon opening it two persons entered the church. One of them spoke at once, saying—
"Is the beadle of St. Dunstan's in the church?"
Todd knew the voice. It was Sir Richard Blunt, and he shook so that the pulpit creaked again most ominously, so that if the attention of any one had chanced to be directed towards it, they might have felt a kind of suspicion that it was occupied. Luckily for Todd, no one looked up, nor in any way noticed the pulpit.
"Lor, sir, yes," said the beadle. "Here I is, and if I don't make a great mistake, sir, you is Sir Richard Blunt."
"I am."
"Lor bless you, sir, that's the way with me. If I sees a indiwidal once, and knows 'em, I knows 'em again."
"It's a capital faculty, Mr. Beadle. But my friend, Mr. Crotchet, here, will just go down with you through the vaults to make sure that the fire in Todd's house has in no way connected with this. We don't want to burn down the church."
"Burn down the church, sir? Oh, conwulsions! Me go down into the vaults with this gentleman? Bless you, sir, I should only obstructify him in the discharge of his duty. I couldn't think of doing it, I assure you, sir. He can go by himself, you see, and then he will have the advantage of nobody to contradict him."
"I'd rather go without him, Sir Richard," said Crotchet, who was the gentleman. "He's only a idiot!"
The beadle marched up to Crotchet, he got within about two inches of that gentleman's nose, and then slowly shaking his head to and fro, he said—
"Did you call me a hidiot?"
"Yes, I did."
"You did? Now, young man, mind what you say, because if you call me a hidiot, I shall be bound to do—"
"What?"
"Nothing at all. I see you are rather a low fellow, so I shall treat you with the same contempt as I did the very common person that pulled my nose last week—Silent contempt! That's how I serve people. I despise you, accordingly."
"Werry good," said Crotchet. "That's by far the safestest way, old feller. So now I'll go down into the vaults."
"No news of Todd yet, Sir Richard?" said one of the gentlemen, walking up to the magistrate.
"Oh, Sir Christopher Wren, I beg your pardon," said the magistrate. "I did not see you at the moment I am sorry to say that although we have some news of Todd, we have not yet been able to catch him. But we must have him, England is not so very large a place after all, and I don't think he has any means of getting away from it."
"The sooner the rascal expiates his crimes upon the scaffold the better. I never before heard of a criminal in whose whole career there was nothing found that could excite the faintest feeling of compassion."
"He is a desperate bad fellow, indeed," said Sir Richard Blunt, "but I hope that he will not long trouble society. I have determined to give up all other pursuits until I take him, and I have a carte blanche from the Secretary of State to go to any expense, and to do what I please, in the way of capturing him."