Polyglot, that's many tongues; everybody tastes 'em." Jeffreys, with a dismal sense of the humour of the situation, accepted his noble task meekly, and sat down in Mr Trotter's back room with a bottle of the pickles on the table before him.
The reader shall be spared the rubbish he wrote.

To this day he flares up angrily if you so much as mention the Polyglot Pickle to him.
The public, who laughed next week over the ridiculous bathos of those twenty loud-sounding ballads, little guessed the misery and disgust they had cost their author.
The one part of the whole business that was not odious was that in six hours Jeffreys had twenty-five shillings in his pocket; and to him twenty-five shillings meant a clear week and more in which to devote himself to the now all-absorbing task of seeking young Forrester.
On his way back to Storr Alley that evening he called as usual at the coffee-house, and found a further letter awaiting him:-- "Messrs.

Wilkins & Wilkins will be much obliged if the writer of the letter of the sixth inst.

will favour them with a call on Wednesday forenoon, as he may be able to assist them materially in the search in which they are engaged.

Messrs.