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108 THE COURT OF LONDON for pardon, that she had been induced to draw up and sign the certificate, which was dictated by Colonel Malpas, on condition of receiving the immediate payment of a sum of money owing to her by him. She added that the certih- cate was not drawn up on the day specified by the date, but some days later; and she admitted that Mrs. Sackville had never visited her establishment at all. She was then per- mitted to retire. But scarcely had she left the room, when the footman entered to inform Colonel Malpas that he was wanted for a moment on very particular business. “You must come back immediately, sir, Marquis of Leveson, sternly. The colonel murmured a faint “ Yes,” and hastily quitted the room in a state of mind not even enviable by a person about to be hanged. On stepping into the hall, he was confronted by two individuals whose looks proclaimed their errand. One was a person of the Hebrew nation, with a cutaway coat, knee-breeches, and top-boots. He wore a spotted necker- chief with an enormous pin,-a bunch of gold seals dangled from his fob, and his silk handkerchief hung half-way out of his coat pocket. His companion was a stout, elderly, shabby man, carrying a huge stick, or rather bludgeon. He wore a greatcoat buttoned over hie chest, a white hat with a mourn- , ing band, and very clumsy boots. Malpas, upon finding himself face to face with these wor- thies, clenched his fists In a paroxysm of rage; and then, as the Hebrew gentleman produced a writ, the miserable colonel staggered back and sank upon a chair. ‘Five tousand guinish ish de sum, and tree suinish ish de expensh, voliriel.” said the bailiff, re such he was. ‘‘ Dis leetle writ ish at de shoot of Mishter Emmershon. My name ish Ikey — Moshes Ikey, at your servish; and my housh ish in Fetter Lane. Tom, keep de door.” * All right,” growled the bailiff’s man, planting his back against the front door. ‘Thunder and lightning!” roared Captain Tash, now bursting forth from the dining-room, inside the door of which he had been listening to what was passing in the hall, “‘ the colonel’s going to quod, but he must not escape condign punishment. You sneaking, paltry, cowardly villain! ”’ ,) exclaimed the (E(0) CONNIE Co KS