Whether Mrs.Yatman will come cleverly out of the scrape or not seems doubtful.

I should say myself that she would go into screeching hysterics, and so frighten the poor man into forgiving her.
But this is no business of ours.

So far as we are concerned, the case is now at an end, and the present report may come to a conclusion along with it.
I remain, accordingly, yours to command, THOMAS BULMER.
_P.S_ .-- I have to add that, on leaving Rutherford Street, I met Mr.
Matthew Sharpin coming to pack up his things.
"Only think!" says he, rubbing his hands in great spirits, "I've been to the genteel villa residence, and the moment I mentioned my business they kicked me out directly.

There were two witnesses of the assault, and it's worth a hundred pounds to me if it's worth a farthing." "I wish you joy of your luck," says I.
"Thank you," says he.

"When may I pay you the same compliment on finding the thief ?" "Whenever you like," says I, "for the thief is found." "Just what I expected," says he.