'That's the way he puts me off,' said the old gentleman, 'I can get no
redress and no help. What are you going to do, sir?'
'To try elsewhere,' answered Mr Haredale, who was by this time on
horseback.
'I feel for you, I assure you--and well I may, for we are in a common
cause,' said the old gentleman. 'I may not have a house to offer you
to-night; let me tender it while I can. On second thoughts though,' he
added, putting up a pocket-book he had produced while speaking, 'I'll
not give you a card, for if it was found upon you, it might get you
into trouble. Langdale--that's my name--vintner and distiller--Holborn
Hill--you're heartily welcome, if you'll come.'
Mr Haredale bowed, and rode off, close beside the chaise as before;
determining to repair to the house of Sir John Fielding, who had the
reputation of being a bold and active magistrate, and fully resolved, in
case the rioters should come upon them, to do execution on the murderer
with his own hands, rather than suffer him to be released.
They arrived at the magistrate's dwelling, however, without molestation
(for the mob, as we have seen, were then intent on deeper schemes), and
knocked at the door.
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