“I was not quite sure, sir, but I thought so. Here’s a note, sir. The messenger that brought it, said would you be so good as read it by my lantern?”
Much surprised by the request, I took the note. It was directed to Philip Pip, Esquire, and on the top of the superscription were the words, “ Please read this, here. ” I opened it, the watchman holding up his light, and read inside, in Wemmick’s writing—
“ Don’t go home. ”