"I've had enough of your money, Sir; and I tell you what, Mr.Archer, I think 'tis best to end our dealings, and I'd rather, if you please, Sir, never trouble you more." '"You're a queer dog," says he, with his eye fast on me, and musing for a while--as if he could see into my brain, and was diverted by what he found there;--"you're a queer dog, Irons.

Glascock knows the world better, you see; and as you and he are going up to London together, and I must give the poor devil a lift, I'll meet you at the other side of Merton, beyond the quarry--you know the moor--on Friday evening, after dark--say seven o'clock--we must be quiet, you know, or people will be talking." 'Well, Sir, we met him, sure enough, at the time and place.'.