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"At another time, sir," he returned, evasively, "the present time

is ill-conwenient for explainin'. What I stand to, is, that he

knows well wot that there Cly was never in that there coffin. Let

him say he was, in so much as a word of one syllable, and I'll

either catch hold of his throat and choke him for half a guinea;"

Mr. Cruncher dwelt upon this as quite a liberal offer; "or I'll

out and announce him."

"Humph! I see one thing," said Carton. "I hold another card, Mr.

Barsad. Impossible, here in raging Paris, with Suspicion filling

the air, for you to outlive denunciation, when you are in

communication with another aristocratic spy of the same

antecedents as yourself, who, moreover, has the mystery about him

of having feigned death and come to life again! A plot in the

prisons, of the foreigner against the Republic. A strong card--a

certain Guillotine card! Do you play?"