 at his Delay, was almost raving mad when he brought him this
Account. He was not long however in this Condition before he received the
following Letter.
 
        »Sir,
            Since I left you, I have seen a Gentleman, from whom I have learnt
        something concerning you which greatly surprizes and affects me; but as
        I have not at present Leisure to communicate a Matter of such high
        Importance, you must suspend your Curiosity till our next Meeting, which
        shall be the first Moment I am able to see you. O Mr. Jones, little did
        I think, when I past that happy Day at Upton, the Reflection upon which
        is like to embitter all my future Life, who it was to whom I owed such
        perfect Happiness. Believe me to be ever sincerely your unfortunate
                                                                      J. Waters.
        P.S. I would have you comfort yourself as much as possible, for Mr.
        Fitzpatrick is in no Manner of Danger; so that whatever other grievous
        Crimes you may have to repent of, the Guilt of Blood is not among the
        Number.«
 
Jones having received the Letter, let it drop (for he was unable to hold it, and
indeed had scarce the Use of any one of his Faculties). Partridge took it up,
and having received Consent by Silence, read it likewise; nor had it upon him a
less sensible Effect. The Pencil, and not the Pen, should describe the Horrors
which appeared in both their Countenances. While they both remained speechless,
the Turnkey entered the Room, and without taking any Notice of what sufficiently
discovered itself in the Faces of them both, acquainted Jones that a Man without
desired to speak with him. This Person was presently introduced, and was no
other than Black George.
    As Sights of Horror were not so usual to George as they were to the Turnkey,
he instantly saw the great Disorder which appeared in the Face of Jones. This he
imputed to the Accident that had happened, which was reported in the very worst
Light in Mr. Western's Family; he concluded therefore that the Gentleman was
dead, and that Mr. Jones was in a fair Way of coming to a shameful End. A
Thought which gave him much Uneasiness; for George was of a compassionate
Disposition, and notwithstanding a small Breach of Friendship which he had been
over-tempted to commit, was, in the main, not insensible of the Obligations he
had formerly received from Mr. Jones.
    The poor Fellow therefore scarce refrained from a Tear at the present Sight.
He told Jones he was heartily sorry for his Misfortunes, and begged him
