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72 THE MYSTKEIES OF THE COURT. what she wanted done, and pet the fifty pounds into your baad. Well, I went away, thinking little of it: for I wasn’t going to waste my time in lovk- ing arter chaps of the name of Thompson—it was more to my sccount to chop up horse-flesh to supply them nice sassages which the pastry-cooks putes in their rolls. But to come to the pint. Lest night a pal of mine told me as how he and another chap was going to doa bit of resurrection-basiness, and wanted to know whether I would dispose of the etiff ’an for them amung my econnexicas. Well, you're aweer, Sol, I don’t do mach in that there line and after a consultation with Dr, agreed to accompany me. went up-stairs to put on his ehoes and cost—for i seems that he is living in the house, alippera and @ dressing-gown at 7 “Well, never mind who it was, Bob,” Solomon. “ Mr. Thompeon agreed to sesompany now: bat when a job does tamble in my way, I | you, you don’t mind tarnipg a honest peany or so by under- taking it. Well, 1 promised I would make the inquiry. So this evening—e little arter five o'clock I dresses myself up in my best clothes, as you gees me now—end I toddles up to the West Ead of the town, to call on a certain Dr. Ferney, a genel- man which wae the way I first come to know him. Lord bles. you! I’ve knowed Dr. Verney a long while——” “No doubt, Bob. Bat don’t spin your story out 60,” interrupted Solomon. “Well, you goes up to |! “I does. He hangs out im Condait Street, ’Ano- genelman was reading « book. The doctor wasn’t these at the time; and it was the fault uf the servant thet I was showed into that room. Well, im comes the doctor his-self; and the moment he sces me, he knows my business is partickler; so he says to this wenerable- looking old file, ‘Mr. Thompeon,” says he, ‘just have the kindness to leave us alone together for a Cow minutes.’~-Thompeon indeed! At that there name I all in a moment recollects what Madge Somere had sald: bat then the thought struck me that there was a many Thompsons in the world, end I'd no call to be sapparieed at mecting with one bard, end then eaid, ‘I don’t know who you ere: but you evidently appear to know me. I waa oncw | § there was a woman who was uncommon anxious to eee him, and who was looking for him all over the world. He of course axed me what the woman wanted, and all about it: but I eouldn’t tell him mothing, for I didn’t know nothing myself: but I seid it was wery important, and I thought was sum- mut to his own advantage. I'd often essen thas bit of garmmon stuck in newspaper advertisements; and I thought it would make him all the more ready to some along with me. Well, I raised his curiosity was 8-08 “Yes: but when I brought him up into this part of the town, be didn’t wery rouch like it. Howsum- petronises the harts and sciences—raore | & strong “TL go and speak to him,” answered Solomon: my aud leaving old Bob Shakerly to finish the wire, he issued from the public room. Mr. Thompeon had in the mesawhile emerged from the ber-pariour, and was now standing near the door of the boosing-ken, waiting for the potboy to conduct him out of the mase of Agar Town. Solo- wouted hypocritical civility to serve as the old gen- Ueman’s guide to the cab-stand at King’s Cross. As tract from hie companion the nature of the business for which Madge Somers had so anxiously sought him: but Thompeon, plainly discerning the lend- CO IMULUG C) DOO CS (COL