He had been driven to bring him to Solesgate, a town of six bathing-machines; and there the rest of his ready money dwindled to a few shillings.

A sudden cessation of the sound of the feeding of pigs caught him from his mournful reflections.

He looked up quickly, to see Mr.Biggleswade staring at his newspaper with a most striking expression of triumphant greed.
On the instant Sir Tancred filled with the liveliest interest; emotion, especially curious emotion, in his fellow creatures always aroused his interest, and not infrequently brought him profit, and Mr.
Biggleswade's emotion seemed to him curiously violent to be excited by the perusal of a newspaper.

He made half a movement to show it to his wife, caught Sir Tancred's eye, and setting it down, went on hastily with his breakfast.

He had not been so quick but that Sir Tancred had seen that the paper was _The Daily Telegraph_, and the exciting paragraph on the first page.
Sir Tancred brightened to the rest of his breakfast; he had little doubt that he was on the track of some roguery or other, and he promised himself a hunt through the paper till he found it.