The detective was gloomy; he had lost a night's rest for nothing, as well as his hope of forthwith receiving the reward for the capture of the missing child, for it was he who had tracked her to the house in Devon.

Now he might be months recovering her trail.
The Honourable John Ruffin on the other hand was in excellent spirits.
He had no desire to embroil himself with his cousin, by definitely taking the side of the duchess in their quarrel; and he began to see plainly that the matter would never come to the duke's ears.

Neither the lawyer nor the detective would talk about it; they both cut too ridiculous a figure.
At 75 the King's Bench Walk, they found Mrs.Brown and the Lump.

Mr.
Wilkinson needed no more evidence than the warmth with which Pollyooly kissed and hugged her little brother; but none the less he received Mrs.Brown's convincing assurances that she was Mary Bride.
When that worthy woman had been dismissed to the kitchen, he said heavily: "This has been an unfortunate mistake--very unfortunate." "Not so unfortunate as it would have been if Pollyooly had been ten years older.

It would have cost you hundreds.