Don't believe there ain't nobody of that kind livin' 'ere or anywheres." I took out Smollet's letter, and as I read it it seemed to me that the lesson of the spelling of the name of the court might guide me.

"What are you ?" I asked.
"I'm the depity," he answered.
I saw at once that I was on the right track.

Phonetic spelling had again misled me.

A half crown tip put the deputy's knowledge at my disposal, and I learned that Mr.Bloxam, who had slept off the remains of his beer on the previous night at Corcoran's, had left for his work at Poplar at five o'clock that morning.

He could not tell me where the place of work was situated, but he had a vague idea that it was some kind of a "new-fangled ware'us," and with this slender clue I had to start for Poplar.