The String of Pearls: a Romance--The Original Sweeney Todd

by Thomas Preskett Prest

  ‘Pshaw!’ exclaimed Todd, as he flung down the razor he had commenced sharpening again, ‘how foolishly suspicious I am. I shall wait a while, I think, before I get anyone to suit me as this lad will. In London alone, without friends, an orphan, nobody to enquire after him – the very thing.’

  Sweeney Todd was at his door in an instant. ‘Hoi! hoi!’ he called. Johanna looked back, and saw him beckon to her; with new hope she returned, and was again in the shop.

  ‘Hark ye, my lad,’ said Todd; ‘I feel disposed to take you on account of your friendless condition. I feel for you, I’m an orphan myself, that’s a fact.’ Here he made one of those hideous grimaces he was in the habit of indulging in when he thought he said anything particularly racy. ‘Yes, I’m a poor orphan myself, with nothing but my strong sense of religion to support me. I’ll take you on trial.’

  ‘I am much beholden to you, sir.’

  ‘Oh, don’t mention that; your duties will consist of minding the shop if I happen to be absent. You will have sixpence a day, but nothing else from me; for out of that, you provide yourself with food; and the cheapest and the best thing you can do is, to go always to Lovett’s, in Bell Yard, and have a pie for your dinner; you will sleep at night here in the shop, run messages, see and hear much, but if you gossip about me and my affairs, I’ll cut your throat.’

  ‘You may depend upon me, sir; I’m only too happy in being taken into the service of such a respectable gentleman.’

  ‘Respectable gentleman!’ repeated Todd, as he finished stropping the razor. ‘Respectable’; and then he gave one of his hideous laughs, which thrilled through the very heart of Johanna, as she thought that it might have been the last noise that sounded in the ears of Mark Ingestrie in this world. Todd turned very suddenly round, and said, ‘Did you groan?’

  ‘I groan!’ replied Johanna; ‘what for?’

  ‘Oh, I only thought you did, Master Charley, that’s all. See if that water on the fire is hot, and if so, bring it to me. Ha! a customer.’

  As Todd uttered these words, two persons entered the shop; they looked like substantial countrymen, farmers perhaps, in a good way of business; and one of them said, ‘Now, Mr Barber, for a clean shave, if you please,’ while the other stood at the door, as if to wait for his companion.

  ‘Certainly, sir,’ said Todd. ‘Pray sit down here if you please, sir; a nice day for the time of year; come from the country, sir, I suppose?’

  ‘Yes, me and my cousin; we don’t know much of London, yet.’

  ‘Indeed, sir, you ought not to leave it soon, then, I’m sure, for there is much to see, and that can’t be seen quickly and if you live far off, it’s better to take the opportunity while you are here. Give me that soap dish, Charley.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Ah, to be sure,’ replied the countryman, ‘it is; but we have brought up to the London market a number of beasts, which having sold well, we have too much money about us to risk in going to see sights.’

  ‘Indeed! you are prudent. Would you like your whiskers trimmed?’

  ‘A little, but not quite off.’

  There was now a pause of some moments’ duration, after which Sweeney Todd said, in a very offhand manner – ‘I suppose you have seen the two figures at St Dunstan’s church strike the hour?’

  ‘Two figures?’ said the one who was not being shaved, for the other would have had a mouthful of lather if he had spoken; ‘two figures? No – what may they be all about?’

  ‘Well,’ resumed Todd, with the most indifferent air and manner in the world, ‘if you have not seen them, it’s quite a shame that you should not; and while I am shaving your friend, as it now only wants about five minutes to eleven, you have a good opportunity of going and getting back in time when your friend is – disposed of – what do you say to that? Charley, go with the gentleman, and show him the figures striking the hour at St Dunstan’s. You must cross over to the other side of the way, you know, to see them properly and effectually. Don’t hurry, sir.’

  ‘Very much obliged,’ said the disengaged grazier, for such he seemed to be; ‘but I would rather go with my friend here, when he is shaven. You can’t think what cynical remarks he makes at anything he has not seen before, so that to go with him is really always to me half the treat.’

  ‘Very good and very right,’ said Todd; ‘I shall soon be done. I have just about finished you off, now, sir. That will do.’

  There was no disappointment at all visible in Todd’s manner, and the grazier rose and wiped his face on the jack-towel, that hung from a roller for the use of those whom it might concern, paid his money, and with a civil good-day to the barber, left the shop along with his friend.

  An awfully diabolical look came across the countenance of Sweeney Todd, as he muttered to himself, ‘Curses on them both! I may yet have one of them though.’

  ‘What did you say, sir?’ asked Johanna.

  ‘What is that to you, you young imp?’ roared Todd. ‘Curse you! I’ll pull out your teeth by degrees, with red-hot pincers, if you presume to listen to what I say! I’ll be the death of you, you devil’s cub.’

  Johanna shrank back, alarmed, and then Todd walked across his shop to the back-parlour, the door of which he carefully double-locked, after which, turning to Johanna, he said, –

  ‘You will mind the shop till I return, and if anybody comes, you can tell them that they need not wait, for I shall probably be some time gone. All you have to do is mind the place, and, hark you, no peeping nor prying about; sit still, and touch nothing, for if you do, I shall most assuredly discover it, and your punishment will be certain and perhaps terrible.’

  ‘I will be careful, sir.’

  ‘Do so, and you will be rewarded. Why, the last lad I had served me so well that I have had him taken care of for life, in a fine handsome country house, with grounds attached, a perfect villa, where he is waited upon by attendants, in the most attentive manner.’

  ‘How kind,’ said Johanna, ‘and is he happy?’

  ‘Very, very – notwithstanding the general discontent of human nature, he is quite happy, as a matter of course. Mind my instructions, and in due time you will no doubt yourself share as amiable a fate.’

  Todd put on his hat, and with a horrible and strange leer upon his countenance, left the shop, and Johanna found herself in the situation she had coveted, namely, to be alone in the shop of Sweeney Todd, and able to make what examination of it she pleased, without the probability of much interruption.

  ‘Heaven be my aid,’ she cried, ‘for the sake of truth.’

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  The Discoveries in the Vaults of St Dunstan’s

  ‘Well, Sir Richard,’ remarked the beadle of St Dunstan’s to the magistrate, after the ponderous stone was raised in the centre of the church, upon which the workmen had been busy, ‘don’t you smell nothink now?’

  The magistrate, churchwardens, and, indeed, everyone present, shrank back from the horrible stench that saluted them, now that the stone was fairly removed.

  ‘Why, good God!’ exclaimed the senior churchwarden; ‘have we been sitting and hearing sermons with such a charnel-house under? I always understood that none of the vaults exactly underneath the church had been used for many years past.’

  ‘Hush!’ said the magistrate. ‘The enquiry we are upon is, perhaps, a more important one than you imagine, sir.’

  ‘More important! How can that be? Didn’t the bishop smell it when he came to confirm the people, and didn’t he say in the vestry that he could not confirm anybody while such a smell was in the church, and didn’t we tell him that it would be a sad thing if he didn’t? And then he did confirm the people in such a twinkling, that they didn’t know what they were confirmed in at all.’

  ‘Hush! my good sir, hush, and hear me. Will you, now that you have got up this great stone, and opened, as I see, the top of a stone staircase, by so doing, send away the workmen, and, indeed, all persons but yourself and me?’

&n
bsp; ‘Well, but – but you don’t mean us to go down, sir, do you?’

  ‘I mean to go, you may depend. Send away the men at once, if you please. I have ample warrant for all I am about to do, I assure you. I suspect I shall be well able to free St Dunstan’s church from the horrible stench that has been infesting it for some time past.’

  ‘You think so, sir? Bless you, then, I’ll do just whatever you like.’

  The workmen were not sorry to be dismissed from the uncomfortable employment, but the beadle who was holding his nose, and who having overheard what Sir Richard had said, was extremely anxious upon the subject, put in his claim to stay, on the ground of being one of the officials of the church; and he was accordingly permitted to stay.

  ‘This seems to lead to the vaults,’ remarked Sir Richard, as he looked down the chasm, which the removal of the stone had left.

  ‘Yes,’ replied the churchwarden, ‘it does, and they have, as I say, been unused for a long time; but how that dreadful smell can come from bodies that have been forty or fifty years there, I can’t think.’

  ‘We must be careful of the foul air,’ remarked the magistrate. ‘Get a torch, Mr Beadle, if you please, and we will lower it into the vault. If that lives, we can: and if you please go first to the door of the church, and take this silk handkerchief with you, and hold it up in your hand; and upon that signal, four persons will come to you. They are officers of mine, and you will bring them to me.’

  ‘Oh, dear, yes, certainly,’ said the beadle, who was quite happy at the thoughts of such a reinforcement. ‘I’ll do it, sir, and as for a torch, there is some famous links in the vestry cupboard, as I’ll get in a minute. Well, I do think the smell is a little better already; don’t you, sir? I’m a going. Don’t be impatient, sir. I’m going like a shot, I am.’

  To give the beadle his due, he certainly executed his orders quickly. The four officers, sure enough, obeyed the signal of the handkerchief, and in a few minutes more, a torchlight was lowered by a rope down the gloomy aperture. All watched the light with great interest as it descended; but, although it certainly burnt dimmer than before, yet it showed no signs of going out, and the magistrate said, ‘We may safely descend. The air that will support flame will likewise support animal life; therefore we need be under no sort of apprehension. Follow me.’

  He commenced a careful descent of the stone steps, and was promptly followed by his four men, and much more slowly by the beadle and the churchwarden, neither of whom seemed much to relish the adventure, although their curiosity prompted them to continue it.

  The stone steps consisted of about twenty, and when the bottom was gained, it was found to be covered with flagstones of considerable size, upon which sawdust was strewn, but not sufficiently thickly to cover them in all places completely.

  There was a death-like stillness in the place, and the few crumbling coffins which were in niches in the walls were, with their tenants, evidently too old to give forth that frightful odour of animal decomposition which pervaded the place.

  ‘You will see, Sir Richard,’ said the churchwarden, producing a piece of paper, ‘that, according to the plans of the vault I have here, this one opens into a passage that runs halfway round the church, and from that passage opens a number of vaults, not one of which has been used for years past.’

  ‘I see the door is open.’

  ‘Yes, it is as you say. That’s odd, Sir Richard, ain’t it? Oh! gracious! just put your head out into the passage, and won’t you smell it then!’

  They all tried the experiment, and found, indeed, that the smell was horrible. Sir Richard took a torch from one of the constables, and advanced into the passage. He could see nothing but the doors of some of the vaults open: he crossed the threshold of one of them, and was away about a minute; after which he came back, saying, ‘I think we will all retire now: we have seen enough to convince us all about it.’

  ‘All about it, sir!’ said the churchwarden, ‘what about it?’

  ‘Exactly, that will do – follow me, my men.’

  The officers, without the slightest questions or remarks, followed Sir Richard, and he began rapidly, with them at his heels, to ascend the stone staircase into the church again.

  ‘Hilloa!’ cried the beadle – ‘I say, stop. O lord! don’t let me be lost – Oh, don’t! I shall think something horrible is coming up after me, and going to lay hold of my heels: don’t let me be lost! oh dear!’

  ‘You can’t be lost,’ said one of the officers; ‘you know if anything is going to lay hold of your heels. Take it easy; it’s only a ghost at the most, you know.’

  By the time the beadle got fairly into the church, he was in that state of perspiration and fright, that he was obliged to sit down upon a tomb to recover himself; and the magistrate took that opportunity of whispering to the churchwarden, ‘I want to speak to you alone; come out with me – order the church to be locked up, as if we meditated no further search in the vaults.’

  ‘Yes, oh, yes! I knew there was some secret.’

  ‘There is a horrible one! – such a one as all London will ring with in twenty-four hours more – such a secret as will never be forgotten in connection with old St Dunstan’s church, while it is in existence.’

  There was a solemnity about the manner in which the magistrate spoke, which quite alarmed the churchwarden, and he turned rather pale as they stood upon the church threshold.

  ‘Do you know one Sweeney Todd?’ asked the magistrate.

  ‘Oh, yes – a barber.’

  ‘Good. Incline your ear to me while we walk down to Downing Street. I am going to call upon the Secretary of State for the Home Department, and before we get there, I shall be able to tell you why and what sort of assistance I want of you.’

  The churchwarden did incline his ear most eagerly, but before they had got half way down the Strand, he was compelled to go into a public-house to get some brandy, such an overpowering effect had the horrible communication of the magistrate upon him. What that communication was we shall very soon discover; but it is necessary that we follow Mr Todd a little in his proceedings after he left Johanna in charge of his shop.

  Todd walked briskly on, till he came nearly to Pickett Street, in the Strand, and then he went into a chemist’s shop that was there, in which only a lad was serving.

  ‘You recollect,’ said Todd, ‘serving me with some rat poison?’

  ‘Oh, yes, yes – Mr Todd, I believe.’

  ‘The same. I want some more; for the fact is, that owing to the ointments I have in my shop for the hair, the vermin are attracted, and I have now as many as ever. It was only last night I awakened, and saw one actually lapping up hair-oil, and another drinking some rose-water that they had upset, and broken a bottle of; so I will thank you to give me some liquid poison, if you please, as they seem so fond of drink.’

  ‘Exactly, sir, exactly,’ said the lad, as he took down a bottle, and made up a potion; ‘exactly, sir. If you put a few drops only of this in half a pint of liquid, it will do.’

  ‘A couple of drops? This must be powerful.’

  ‘It is – a dozen drops, or about half a teaspoonful, would kill a man to a certainty, so you will be careful of it, Mr Todd. Of course, we don’t sell such things to strangers, you know, but you being a neighbour alters the case.’

  ‘True enough. Thank you. Good-day. I think we shall have rain shortly, do you know.’

  Todd walked away with the poison in his pocket, and when he had got a few yards from the chemist’s door, he gave such a hideous chuckle that an old gentleman, who was close before him, ran like a lamp-lighter in his fright, and put himself quite out of breath!

  ‘This will do,’ muttered Todd; ‘I must smooth the path to my retirement from business. I know well that if I were to hint at such a thing in a certain quarter, it would be considered a certain proof that I had made enough to be worth dividing, and that is a process I don’t intend exactly to go through. No, no, Mrs Lovett, no, no.’

  Todd
marched slowly towards his own house, but when he got to the corner of Bell-yard, and heard St Dunstan’s strike twelve, he paused a moment, and then muttered, ‘I’ll call and see her – yes, I’ll call, and see her. The evening will answer better my present purpose.’

  He then walked up Bell Yard, until he came to the fascinating Mrs Lovett’s pie-shop. He paused a moment at the window, and leered in at two lawyer’s clerks who were eating some of yesterday’s pies. The warm day batch had not yet come up. ‘Happy youths!’ he chuckled, and walked into the shop.

  Mrs Lovett received him graciously as an acquaintance, and invited him into the parlour, while the two limbs of the law continued eating and praising the pies.

  ‘Delicious, ain’t they?’ said one.

  ‘Oh, I believe you,’ replied the other; ‘and such jolly lots of gravy, too, ain’t there? I wonder how she does make ’em. Lor’ bless you, I almost live upon ’em. You know, I used to take all my meals with my fat old uncle, Marsh, but since he disappeared one day, I live on Lovett’s pies, instead of the old buffer.’

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  Johanna Alone. The Secret. Mr Todd’s Suspicions. The Mysterious Letter.

  For some time after Todd had left the shop, Johanna could scarcely believe that she was sufficiently alone to dare to look about her; but as minute after minute passed away, and no sound indicative of his speedy return fell upon her ears, she gathered more courage.

  ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I am at last alone, in the place where my suspicions have always pointed as the death place of poor Mark. O Heavens, grant that it may not be so, and that, in unravelling the evident mystery of this man’s life, I may hail you living, my dear Mark, and not have to mourn you dead! And yet, how can I, even for a moment, delude myself with such false hopes? No, no, he has fallen a victim to this ruthless man.’

  For a few minutes, as Johanna gave way to this violent burst of grief, she wrung her hands and wept; but then, as a thought of the danger she would be in should Todd return and see signs of emotion crossed her mind, she controlled her tears, and managed to bear the outward semblance of composure.