The String of Pearls (1850), p. 397

It did not come again.
Todd began to breathe a little more freely, and yet he kept asking himself— "What was it?"— and the utmost powers of his imagination could return him no feasible answer to the interesting inquiry. But nothing was more easy than to go to the door and see if any one was there, or if anything had happened to it. Should he open it for such a purpose? Should he unbar and unbolt at the risk of he knew not what? No: he would, from the first floor balcony, and there was a frail one, reconnoitre the street. He should then be easily able to see if there were any danger.
He had no sooner made this determination, than he carried it out, by assending the dark blackened staircase, conducting to the upper part of his house, that staircase which was now so completely covered by combustible material.
At every few steps he took he listened attentively. He thought there might yet be a repetition of the sound; but no— all was still; and by the time he reached his first floor, he was in some sort recovered from his first fright. That was something. He left his light upon the stair-head, for he had no wish to point himself out to the chance passengers in Fleet Street, or perhaps to some enemy, by going into that room with a light in his hand. No, Todd was much too acute for that; so carefully closing the door, so that no ray of light got in from the staircase, he crept to the window.
The shutters had to be unfastened, for Todd's house was always carefully closed up like the Duke of Wellington's at the present day. He very quickly
unclosed one of the long-disused windows, and opening it gently, looked out over the edge of the little crazy balcony into the street.
Something big and black was against his door.
The more Todd bent his gaze upon this object, the more a kind of undefined terror took possession of him, and the more puzzled he was to give a name to the dark mass that had been laid upon his threshold. There was no lamp very near his house, or else, miserable as was the light from those old oil apologies for illuminators, some few rays might have fallen upon the dark mass, and told Todd what it was.
But no— all was dark and dubious, and he strained his eyes in vain to penetrate the mystery.
"I must go down," he said; "I must open the door. Yes, I cannot live and not know what this is. I must open the door, however reluctantly, and ascertain precisely. Ah!"
While Todd was talking, and still keeping his eyes fixed upon the mysterious object at his door, he saw suddenly in the midst of it a bright luminous spark, as if something connected with it was of a red heat, and slowly smouldering on fire.
If he was before puzzled to account for the phenomenon of a dark object, without shape or form, lying propped up against his door, he was now more than ever confounded, and his imagination started some of the most improbable conjectures in the world, to account for the appearance.
He thought that it must be some combustible, which, in the course of a few moments, would go off with a stunning report, and blow his street-door to atoms; but then again, what could be the object of such a thing?
The more he considered the affair from above, the more he was puzzled and terrified; so at last, with a feeling of desperation, he ran down stairs and began to unfasten the street-door. He did not pause in his work until he had flung it open, and then the mystery was explained.
A man, half asleep, with a lighted pipe in his mouth, rolled backwards into the shop; and as he did so, with the dreamy half-consciousness that he was upon some sort of duty, he said—
"I'll watch him, Mrs. Lovett. He shan't get away without your knowing of it, ma'am."
Todd understood the man's errand in a moment. Of course he had been

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It did not come again.

Todd began to breathe a little more freely, and yet he kept asking him-
self — kC What was it?" — and the utmost powers of his imagination could
return him no feasible answer to the interesting inquiry. But nothing was
more easy than to go to the door and see if any one was there, or if any-
thing had happened to it. Should he open it for such a purpose? Should
he unbar and unbolt at the risk of he knew not what? No : he would, from
the first floor balcony, and there was a ft ail one, reconnoitre the street. He
should then be easily able to see if there were any danger.

He had no sooner made this determination, than he carried it out, by as-
sending the dark blackened st urease, conducting to the upper part of his
house , that staircase which was now so completely covered by combustible
material.

At every few steps he took he listened attentively. He thought there
might yet be a repetition of the sound ; but no — all was still ; and by the
time he reached his first floor, he was in some sort recovered from his first
fright. That was something. He left his light upon the stair-head, for he had
no w r ish to point himself out to the chance passengers in Fleet Street, or perhaps
to some enemy, by going into that room with a light in his hand. No, Todd was
much too acute for that; so carefully closing the door, so that no ray of light got
in from the staircase, he crept to the window.

The shutters had to be unfastened, for Todd's house was always carefully
closed up like the Duke of Wellington's at the present day. He very quickly
unclosed one of the long-disused windows, and opening it gently, looked out
over the edge of the little crazy balcony into the street.

Something big and black was against his door.

The more Todd bent his gaze upon this object, the more a kind of undefined
terror took possession of him, and the more puzzled he was to give a name to
the dark mass that had been laid upon his threshold. There was no lamp very
near his house, or else, miserable as was the light from those old oil apologies
for illuminators, some few rays might have fallen upon the dark mass, and told
Todd what it was.

But no — all was dark and dubious, and he strained his eyes in vain to pene-
trate the mystery.

" I must go down,' 5 he said ; " I must open the door. Yes, I cannot live and
not know what this is. I must open the door, however reluctantly, and ascer-
tain precisely. Ah!" *

While Todd was talking, and still keeping his eyes fixed upon the mysterious
object at his door, he saw suddenly in the midst of it a bright luminous spark,
as if something connected with it was of a red heat, and slowly smouldering on
fire.

If he was before puzzled to account for the phenomenon of a dark object,
without*sha;>e or form, lying propped up against his door, he was now more
than ever confounded, and his imagination started some of t&J most improbable
conjectures in the world, to account for the appearance.

He thought that it must be some combustible, which, in the course of a few
moments, would go off with a stunn ; ng report, and blow his street-door to
atoms ; but then again, what could be the object of such a thing ?

The more he considered the affair from above, the more he was puzzled and
terrified; so at last, with a feeling of desperation, he ran down stairs and began
to unfasten the street-door. He did not pause in his work until he had
flung it open, and then the mystery was explained.

A man, half asleep, with a lighted pipe in his mouth, rolled backwards into
the shop ; and as he did so, with tht dreamy IvUf-consciousness that he was
upon some sort of duty, he said —

" Til watch him, Mrs. Lovett. He shan't get away without your knowing
of it, ma'am. **

Todd understood the man's errand in a moment. Of course he had been