And Bozzle, knowing that the lady about whom he was concerned was living with a Mrs.Stanbury at the house he had been watching, put two and two together with his natural cleverness.

"God bless my soul! what business is it of yours ?" Those words were nearly all that Bozzle had been able to hear; but even those sufficiently indicated a quarrel.

"The lady" was living with Mrs.Stanbury, having been so placed by her husband; and young Stanbury was taking the lady's part! Bozzle began to fear that the husband had not confided in him with that perfect faith which he felt to be essentially necessary to the adequate performance of the duties of his great profession.

A sudden thought, however, struck him.

Something might be done on the journey up to London.