He had been looking at Bozzle, and though he had not discovered the man's trade, had told himself that his companion was a thing of dangers,--a thing to be avoided, by one engaged, as had been he himself, on a special and secret mission.
"Saw you there,--calling at the Clock House," said Bozzle.
"Very likely," said the Colonel, throwing his head well back into the corner, shutting his eyes, and uttering a slight preliminary snore.
"Very nice family of ladies at the Clock House," said Bozzle.

The Colonel answered him by a more developed snore.

"Particularly Mrs.
T----" said Bozzle.
The Colonel could not stand this.

He was so closely implicated with Mrs.Trevelyan at the present moment that he could not omit to notice an address so made to him.

"What the devil is that to you, sir ?" said he, jumping up and confronting Bozzle in his wrath.
But policemen have always this advantage in their difficulties, that they know to a fraction what the wrath of men is worth, and what it can do.