Before the attorney, who had recognised his voice from above stairs, could order the servant to admit him, he had rushed up the staircase, and entered the drawing-room pale and breathless.

Having closed the door, to prevent being overheard, he sank into a chair, and said, in a low voice-- '"Hush! I have found him at last." '"No!" said the attorney.

"Well done, my dear sir, well done." '"He lies concealed in a wretched lodging in Camden Town," said Heyling.
"Perhaps it is as well we DID lose sight of him, for he has been living alone there, in the most abject misery, all the time, and he is poor--very poor." '"Very good," said the attorney.

"You will have the caption made to-morrow, of course ?" '"Yes," replied Heyling.

"Stay! No! The next day.