travelling toggery."

"I couldn't venture here again in the old suit; it had been seen, you
said," returned Richard. "I bought this rig-out yesterday, second-hand.
Two pounds for the lot--I think they shaved me."

"Ringlets and all?" laughed Mr. Carlyle.

"It's the old hair oiled and curled," cried Dick. "The barber charged a
shilling for doing it, and cut my hair into the bargain. I told him not
to spare grease, for I liked the curls to shine--sailors always do. Mr.
Carlyle, Barbara says that Levison and that brute Thorn--the one's as
much of a brute as the other, though--have turned out to be the same."

"They have, Richard, as it appears. Nevertheless, it may be as well for
you to take a private view of Levison before anything is done--as you
once did by the other Thorn. It would not do to make a stir, and then
discover that there was a mistake--that he was not Thorn."

"When can I see him?" asked Richard, eagerly.

"It must be contrived somehow. Were you to hang about the doors of the
Raven--this evening, even--you'd be sure to get the opportunity, for
he is always passing in and out. No one will know you, or think of you,
either: their heads are turned with the election."

"I shall look odd to people's eyes. You don't get many sailors in West
Lynne."

"Not odd at all. We have a Russian bear here at present, and you'll be
nobody beside him."

"A Russian bear!" repeated Richard, while Barbara laughed.

"Mr. Otway Bethel has returned in what is popularly supposed to be a
bear's hide; hence the new name he is greeted with. Will it turn out,
Richard that he had anything to do with the murder?"

Richard shook his head.

"He couldn't have, Mr. Carlyle; I have said so all along. But about
Levison. If I find him to be the man Thorn, what steps can then be
taken?"

"That's the difficulty," said Mr. Carlyle.

"Who will set it agoing. Who will move in it?"

"You must, Richard."

"I!" uttered Richard Hare, in consternation. "I move in it!"

"You, yourself. Who else is there? I have been thinking it well over,
and can hit upon no one."

"Why, won't you take it upon yourself, Mr. Carlyle?"

"No. Being Levison," was the answer.

"Curse him!" impetuously retorted Richard. "Curse him doubly if he be
the double villain. But why should you scruple Mr. Carlyle? Most men,
wronged as you have been, would leap at the opportunity for revenge."

"For the crime perpetrated upon Hallijohn I would pursue him to the
s