s half to-day; to-morrow you
shall have the remainder."

My fingers trembled a little as I took the pretty fluttering bit of
paper, about five times as big as any sum of money I had ever had in my
life. I cast my i upon the amount: it was a fifty sure enough--a bank
poss-bill, made payable to Leonora Emilia Griffin, and indorsed by her.
The cat was out of the bag. Now, gentle reader, I spose you begin to see
the game.

"Recollect, from this day you are in my service."

"My lord, you overpoar me with your faviors."

"Go to the devil, sir," says he: "do your duty, and hold your tongue."

And thus I went from the service of the Honorabble Algernon Deuceace to
that of his exlnsy the Right Honorabble Earl of Crabs.

. . . . . .

On going back to prisn, I found Deuceace locked up in that oajus place
to which his igstravygansies had deservedly led him; and felt for him, I
must say, a great deal of contemp. A raskle such as he--a swindler, who
had robbed poar Dawkins of the means of igsistance; who had cheated his
fellow-roag, Mr. Richard Blewitt, and who was making a musnary marridge
with a disgusting creacher like Miss Griffin, didn merit any compashn on
my purt; and I determined quite to keep secret the suckmstansies of my
privit intervew with his exlnsy my presnt master.

I gev him Miss Griffinses trianglar, which he read with a satasfied air.
Then, turning to me, says he: "You gave this to Miss Griffin alone?"

"Yes, sir."

"You gave her my message?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you are quite sure Lord Crabs was not there when you gave either
the message or the note?"

"Not there upon my honor," says I.

"Hang your honor, sir! Brush my hat and coat, and go CALL A COACH--do
you hear?"

. . . . . .

I did as I was ordered; and on coming back found master in what's
called, I think, the greffe of the prisn. The officer in waiting had
out a great register, and was talking to master in the French tongue, in
coarse; a number of poar prisners were looking eagerly on.

"Let us see, my lor," says he; "the debt is 98,700 francs; there are
capture expenses, interest so much; and the whole sum amounts to a
hundred thousand francs, moins 13."

Deuceace, in a very myjestic way, takes out of his pocketbook four
thowsnd pun notes. "This is not French money, but I presume that you
know it, M. Greffier," says he.

The greffier turned round to old Solomon, a money-changer, who h