Off flew on the wings of Hansom a youthful member, more trusty than the trusted Undy, to the abode of the now couchant Treasury Argus.

Morpheus had claimed him all for his own.

He was lying in true enjoyment, with his tired limbs stretched between the unaccustomed sheets, and snoring with free and sonorous nose, restrained by the contiguity of no Speaker's elbow.

But even in his deepest slumber the quick wheels of the bounding cab struck upon the tympanum of his anxious ear.

He roused himself as does a noble watch-dog when the 'suspicious tread of theft' approaches.