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246 REYNOLDS’ WORKS “Good,” ejaculated Mr. Bealby, ‘‘ that will do. I mean to accompany you to your own house, just to see the case safely delivered, and assure myself that there is no further accident. Have the kindness to call over the landing for Mary, that she may bid the carter come up and help me down with the package.”’ Mr. Fossilton did as he was desired, and Mr. Bealby, hastily approaching the case, whispered through the hole in the glass lid, “‘ It is all right.” ‘So much the better,’’ growled the Burker from within. Bealby gave a last look, but a careful and scrutinizing one at the green baize and the cordage, to assure himself that the box was completely enveloped in the wrapper. A few mo- ments afterward the man whose cart had been hired by Ben Limber made his appearance in the room. He was a strong burly fellow, and by his stalwart limbs, his broad shoulders and capacious chest, seemed quite capable of carrying the package without any assistance. Therefore, when Mr. Bealby lent his succour, the carter did not complain of the weight, although the Burker was assuredly not the lightest individual In existence. “You see,” said Bealby, as they descended the stairs, ‘the box containing this mummy is lined with tin, which makes it heavy, for I don’t suppose the mummy itself weighs — above half a dozen pounds, wrappers and all.” ‘Lord bless you, sir! the weight’s nothing,” responded the carter. ‘ If you worked in Common Garden, as I do, and had to carry a vaggin-load of taters, or cabbages, or what- not, upon your shoulders at times when unloadin’ the market-carts, you wouldn’t talk about this here package being heavy.” “Well, I am glad you do not complain,” said Mr. Bealby, “and if you are very careful in the business, and don’t disturb this green baize at all, or let the air get into the box, you shall have an extra crown for your trouble.” This assurance greatly delighted the carter, and he resolved by his carefulness to win the present which was thus promised. The front door was opened; the crowd had by this time dispersed, with the impression that there was nothing more to see, and Mr. Bealby had the supreme satisfaction of beholding the package safely consigned to the cart. ECORNICLIIOOKS (E(0)