g; "what do you mean? I have
no dog-ticket."

"Not for the little poodle dog, ma'am, that you carry under your shawl?"

The lady blushed still deeper as she admitted that she had no ticket for
the dog, but said that she was quite willing to pay for it.

This having been done, her curiosity got the better of her shame at
having been "caught," and she asked--

"How did you know I had a dog with me, guard?"

"Ah, ma'am," replied Joe with a smile, "we've got a remarkably
sharp-sighted police force on our line, besides the telegraph. We find
the telegraph very useful, I assure you, at times. The gentlemen who
were removed in handcuffs a few minutes ago were _also_ stopped in their
little game by the telegraph, ma'am."

The guard turned away to attend to some one else, and the late
passenger, blushing a still deeper scarlet to find that she was classed
with criminals, hurried away to reflect, it is to be hoped, on the fact
that dishonesty has no variety in character--only in degree.

When the guard left the late passenger, he found that his assistance was
required to get Mrs Durby and her belongings out of the railway
carriage and into a cab.

The poor nurse was in a pitiable state of mind. A railway journey had
always been to her a thing of horror. The reader may therefore form
some conception of what it was to her to have been thus suddenly called
away from quiet suburban life to undertake not only a railway journey,
but to be shut up with a gang of would-be murderers and encounter a sort
of accident in addition! By the time she had reached London she had
become quite incapable of connected thought. Even the precious parcel,
which at first had been an object of the deepest solicitude, was
forgotten; and although she had hugged it to her breast not two minutes
before, she suffered it to drop under the seat as she was led from the
train to the cab.

"Drive to the Clarendon," said Captain Lee, as he and Gurwood followed
the nurse into the cab; "we will take care of her," he added to Edwin,
"till she is better able to take care of herself."

Mrs Durby gave vent to a hysterical sob of gratitude.

Arrived at the Clarendon they alighted, the captain paid the fare, and
the cab was dismissed. Just at that moment Mrs Durby became a
temporary maniac. She shrieked, "Oh! my parcel!" and rushed towards the
door.

The captain and waiter restrained her.

"It's in the cab!" she yelled with a fervour there was no res