like a flash of lightning that it must have been Spicer who had
attempted the deed; and my reason for so thinking was that the blow I
had received on the mouth was not like that from the hand of a man, but
from the wooden socket fixed to the stump of his right arm. The more I
reflected upon it, the more I was convinced. He was a clever armourer,
and had picked the lock; and I now recalled to mind what had never
struck me before, that he had often asked me questions about old Nanny,
and whether I thought the report that she had money was correct.

It was daylight before old Nanny woke up, and then she appeared to be
quite recovered. I told her my suspicions, and my intentions to
ascertain the truth of them as far as I possibly could.

"Well, and what then?" said old Nanny.

"Why, then, if we bring it home to him, he will be hanged, as he
deserves."

"Now, Jack, hear me," said old Nanny. "You won't do anything I don't
wish, I'm sure; and now I'll tell you that I never would give evidence
against him, or any other man, to have him hanged. So, if you find out
that it is him, do not say a word about it. Promise me, Jack."

"Why, mother, I can't exactly say that I will; but I will talk to Peter
Anderson about it."

"It's no use talking to him; and, if you do, it must be under promise of
secrecy, or I will not consent to it. Jack, Jack, recollect that my
poor boy was hanged from my fault. Do you think I will hang another?
Oh, no. Perhaps this very man had a foolish wicked mother, like me, and
has, like my boy, been led into guilt. Jack, you must do as I wish--you
shall, Jack."

"Well, mother, I have no animosity against the man himself: and, if you
forgive him, I do not see why I should do anything."

"I don't forgive him, Jack; but I think of my own poor boy."

"Well, mother, since you wish it, it shall be so; and if I do prove that
the man I suspect is the party, I will say nothing, and make Anderson
promise the same, as I think he will. But how is it that people come to
rob a poor old woman like you? How is it, mother, that there is a
report going about that you have money?"

"Is there such a report, Jack?"

"Yes, mother, every one says so; why, I do not know; and as long as it
is supposed, you will always be subject to attacks like this, unless,
indeed, if you have money, you were to put it away safely, and let
everybody know that you have done so. Tell me truly, mother, have you
any money?"

"J