"You are doubtless anxious to know what has become of the little boy George.  Come _alone_ to-morrow morning to the old oak in Brendon wood, and you shall be duly informed.  Mind, come _alone_: if you attempt to bring one or more with you, it will be simply lost labour, for then there will be no one to meet you.  You have nothing to fear as to any harm to your own person, or interference with your liberty."