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Updated: June 27, 2025
The Supper at Mr. Kneebone's. Persuaded that Jack Sheppard would keep his appointment with Mr. Kneebone, and feeling certain of capturing him if he did so, Shotbolt, on quitting Newgate, hurried to the New Prison to prepare for the enterprise.
Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. "Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. "Oh! Jack! Jack! you little know what a price I've paid for you!" "Well, I'm glad those women are gone," remarked Shotbolt.
Jack, meanwhile, with Blueskin's assistance, had set the table once more upon its legs, and placing writing materials, which he took from a shelf, upon it, made Shotbolt, who was still gagged, but whose arms were for the moment unbound, sit down before them. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear.
Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner. Mrs. Spurling had retired for the night. Jack appealed to the new auditors, and again detailed his story, but with no better success than heretofore. His statement was treated with derision.
"And, so Jack Sheppard has sent back Shotbolt in this pickle," said Langley. "So it appears," replied Marvel. "Untie his arms, and take off that handkerchief. The poor fellow's half smothered." "I guess what share you've had in this," whispered Austin to Mrs. Spurling. "Never mind," replied the tapstress. "You've won your wager."
Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner. "I'll pledge you in that toast with all my heart." "Well, for my part," observed Mrs. Spurling, "I hope he may never see Tyburn. And, if I'd my own way with the Secretary of State, he never should. It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow.
"Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. Not I. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think." "For mercy's sake go up stairs," implored Sheppard. "I have not told you half. There's a man dying Captain Darrell. Take me with you. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false."
Half an hour after this occurrence, when it had been sufficiently laughed at and discussed; when the wager had been settled, and the chairman dismissed with the remaining three guineas, which Shotbolt was compelled to pay; Ireton arose, and signified his intention of stepping across the street to inform Mr. Wild of the circumstance.
Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. "Write as follows," continued Jack. "'I have succeeded in capturing Jack Sheppard. The reward is mine. Get all ready for his reception.
"They shan't have the opportunity," replied Kneebone. And, by way of checking his housekeeper's familiarity, he pointed significantly to the table. "Who's there?" cried Rachel. "I'll see." And before she could be prevented, she lifted up the cloth, and disclosed Shotbolt. "Oh, Gemini!" she exclaimed. "A man!" "At your service, my dear," replied the jailer.
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