Todd

"That's how the whole thing looks supposing this Rian made for Pilgrim's Pond to kill Todd. So it looked to me, till another little discovery woke up what I have of the detective in me.

I have heard it on many a political platform or meeting of directors; it was Ireton Todd himself.

If the convict was not keeping the shot for Todd, as he evidently wasn't, it is most likely that he was keeping it for Lord Falconroy; and it looks as if he had delivered the goods.

Todd's daughter was fully eighteen when her father first made his pile; so there isn't really anything impossible in her having a hanger-on in low life; or even in her hanging on to him, as I think she must be doing, to judge by the lantern business.

"I think the gentleman's name is Todd," said the priest.

Mr Ireton Todd is a good host, and has tracked him here, without even waiting to take off his fancy-dress."

"Don't stay talking to this lunatic!" cried Todd brutally.

On the police interfering, the young woman threw back the shawl, and all recognized Millionaire Todd's daughter, who had just come from the Slum Freak Dinner at the Pond, where all the choicest guests were in a similar deshabille.

The family of this Master Todd were hangers-on of the house of Osborne.

Osborne was the godfather of young Master Todd (who in subsequent life wrote Mr.

Todd's delight to leave him with her youngest daughter, Rosa Jemima, a darling child of eight years old.