CHAPTER VII.
T.X.came from Downing Street at 11 o'clock one night, and his heart was filled with joy and gratitude.
He swung his stick to the common danger of the public, but the policeman on point duty at the end of the street, who saw him, recognized and saluted him, did not think it fit to issue any official warning.
He ran up the stairs to his office, and found Mansus reading the evening paper.
"My poor, dumb beast," said T.X.

"I am afraid I have kept you waiting for a very long time, but tomorrow you and I will take a little journey to Devonshire.

It will be good for you, Mansus--where did you get that ridiculous name, by the way!" "M.

or N.," replied Mansus, laconically.
"I repeat that there is the dawn of an intellect in you," said T.X., offensively.
He became more serious as he took from a pocket inside his waistcoat a long blue envelope containing the paper which had cost him so much to secure.
"Finding the revolver was a master-stroke of yours, Mansus," he said, and he was in earnest as he spoke.
The man coloured with pleasure for the subordinates of T.X.loved him, and a word of praise was almost equal to promotion.

It was on the advice of Mansus that the road from London to Lewes had been carefully covered and such streams as passed beneath that road had been searched.
The revolver had been found after the third attempt between Gatwick and Horsley.