ty-pound notes
have always been so plentiful with him. Deans' incomes ain't what
they were, you know."

"I don't know anything about that," said Johnny.

"Well; they are not. And he has nothing of his own, as far as I can
learn. It would be just the thing for her to do,--to give the money
to his friend. At any rate she will tell you whether it was so or
not."

"And then I will go on to Jerusalem, after him."

"Should you find it necessary. He will probably be on his way back,
and she will know where you can hit him on the road. You must make
him understand that it is essential that he should be here some
little time before the trial. You can understand, Johnny;"--and as
he spoke Mr. Toogood lowered his voice to a whisper, though they were
walking together on the platform of the railway station, and could
not possibly have been overheard by any one. "You can understand that
it may be necessary to prove that he is not exactly compos mentis,
and if so it will be essential that he should have some influential
friend near him. Otherwise that bishop will trample him into dust."
If Mr. Toogood could have seen the bishop at this time and have read
the troubles of the poor man's heart, he would hardly have spoken of
him as being so terrible a tyrant.

"I understand all that," said Johnny.

"So that, in fact, I shall expect to see you both together," said
Toogood.

"I hope the dean is a good fellow."

"They tell me he is a very good fellow."

"I never did see much of bishops or deans as yet," said Johnny, "and
I should feel rather awe-struck travelling with one."

"I should fancy that a dean is very much like anybody else."

"But the man's hat would cow me."

"I daresay you'll find him walking about Jerusalem with a wide-awake
on, and a big stick in his hand, probably smoking a cigar. Deans
contrive to get out of their armour sometimes, as the knights of old
used to do. Bishops, I fancy, find it more difficult. Well--good-by,
old fellow. I'm very much obliged to you for going,--I am, indeed. I
don't doubt but what we shall pull through, somehow."

Then Mr. Toogood went home to breakfast, and from his own house he
proceeded to his office. When he had been there an hour or two, there
came to him a messenger from the Income-tax Office, with an official
note addressed to himself by Sir Raffle Buffle,--a note which looked
to be very official. Sir Raffle Buffle presented his compliments to
Mr. Toogood, and could Mr. T