The String of Pearls (1850), p. 506

at last I found myself, tired, worn out, famishing, opposite to Mrs. Lovett's shop-window, and the steam of those abominable pies began to tempt me, so much that I went into the shop, and after some talk, I actually accepted the situation of cook to her, and there, but for you, I should have breathed my last."
"Not a doubt of it. And now, my young friend, you know that I am a Police-magistrate, and I dare say you have heard a great deal about my sources of information, and the odd way in which I find out things when folks think they keep them a profound secret. You have told me all your history, but you have thought proper, as you were, if you pleased, quite justified in doing, to withhold your name."
"I have done so, but I hardly know why. I will tell it to you, however, now."
"Hold, I know it."
"You know it, sir?"
"Yes, your name is Mark Ingestrie!"
"It is, indeed. But how you came to know that, sir, is to me most mysterious."
''Oh, I know more than that. The name of the young lady who, you believe, played you such a trick, is Johanna Oakley."
Mark Ingestrie, for it was indeed no other, sprang to his feet, exclaiming—
"Are you man or devil, that you know what I have never breathed to you?"
"Don't be surprised, my young friend. I can tell you a little more than that even. The friend to whom you intrusted your String of Pearls, was named Francis Thornhill; and his dog—let me see—Oh, his large dog was called 'Hector.'"
Mark lngestrie trembled excessively, and sinking back in his seat, he turned very pale.
"This must be a dream," he said, "or you, sir, get your information from the spirits of the dead."
"Not at all. But have you faith in my inspiration now sufficient to induce you to believe anything that I may tell you?"
"In good truth, I have: and I may well have, for after what you have already told me, your power of knowledge cannot by me be for one moment."
"Very well, then. In the first place, Mr. Francis Thornhill reached London in safety."
"He did?"
"I tell you so. He arrived in London with your String of Pearls in his pocket. He fully believed you were dead. Indeed, he fancied that he had seen the last of you, and was quite prepared to say as much to Miss Johanna Oakley."
"And he did? That will be some excuse for her, if she thought that I was gone."
"No, he did not. On his route he turned into the shop of Sweeney Todd to be shaved, and there he was murdered."
"Murdered!"
"Yes, most foully murdered; and the String of Pearls got into the possession of that man, proving ultimately one of the means by which his frightful villanous crime came to light. The dog remained at Todd's door seeking for its master, to the great discomfiture of the murderer, who made every effort within his power for its destruction, in which however he did not succeed."
"Gracious Heaven! my poor friend Thornhill to meet with such a fate! Oh God! and all on account of that fatal String of Pearls! Oh, Thornhill—Thornhill! rather would I have sunk for ever beneath the wave, than such a dreadful end should have been yours."
"The past cannot be recalled," said Sir Richard. "It is only with the present, and with the future, that we have anything to do now. Would you like to hear more?"