“Let us walk,” whispered Lightwood, “and give this fellow time to think of it.”

Having exchanged the question and answer, they prepared themselves for going out, and Mr. Riderhood rose. While extinguishing the candles, Lightwood, quite as a matter of course took up the glass from which that honest gentleman had drunk, and coolly tossed it under the grate, where it fell shivering into fragments.

“Now, if you will take the lead,” said Lightwood, “ Mr. Wrayburn and I will follow. You know where to go, I suppose?”

“I suppose I do, Lawyer Lightwood.”

“Take the lead, then.”