the archdeacon would receive his letter, and
in a day or two after that Mrs. Arabin would probably be at home.

It was late in the evening before Mr. Toogood reached the house of the
Silverbridge solicitor, having the telegram carefully folded in his
pocket; and he was shown into the dining-room while the servant took
his name up to Mr. Walker. The clerks were gone, and the office was
closed; and persons coming on business at such times,--as they often
did come to that house,--were always shown into the parlour. "I don't
know whether master can see you to-night," said the girl; "but if he
can, he'll come down."

When the card was brought up to Mr. Walker he was sitting alone with
his wife. "It's Toogood," said he; "poor Crawley's cousin."

"I wonder whether he has found anything out," said Mrs. Walker.
"May he not come up here?" Then Mr. Toogood was summoned into the
drawing-room, to the maid's astonishment; for Mr. Toogood had made no
toilet sacrifices to the goddess of grace who presides over evening
society in provincial towns,--and presented himself with the telegram
in his hand. "We have found out all about poor Crawley's cheque," he
said, before the maid-servant had closed the door. "Look at that,"
and he handed the telegram to Mr. Walker. The poor girl was obliged
to go, though she would have given one her ears to know the exact
contents of that bit of paper.

"Walker, what is it?" said his wife, before Walker had had time to
make the contents of the document his own.

"He got it from Mrs. Arabin," said Toogood.

"No!" said Mrs. Walker. "I thought that was it all along."

"It's a pity you didn't say so before," said Mr. Walker.

"So I did; but a lawyer thinks that nobody can ever see anything but
himself;--begging your pardon, Mr. Toogood, but I forgot you were one
of us. But, Walker, do read it." Then the telegram was read; "I gave
the cheque to Mr. Crawley. It was part of a sum of money,"--with the
rest of it. "I knew it would come out," said Mrs. Walker. "I was quite
sure of it."

"But why the mischief didn't he say so?" said Walker.

"He did say that he got it from the dean," said Toogood.

"But he didn't get it from the dean; and the dean clearly knew
nothing about it."

"I'll tell you what it is," said Mrs. Walker; "it has been some
private transaction between Mr. Crawley and Mrs. Arabin, which the dean
was to know nothing about; and so he wouldn't tell. I must say I
honour him."

"I don't