s ill-gotten money, there's a chance (from what I have
heard) of finding the man with the squint. The people at our place think
it's likely he may have been concerned in the robbery, if he hasn't
committed the murder."

In an hour after, under the guidance of Morcross, Amelius passed through
the dreary doors of a deadhouse, situated on the southern bank of the
Thames, and saw the body of Jervy stretched out on a stone slab. The
guardian who held the lantern, inured to such horrible sights, declared
that the corpse could not have been in the water more than two days. To
any one who had seen the murdered man, the face, undisfigured by injury
of any kind, was perfectly recognizable. Amelius knew him again, dead,
as certainly as he had known him again, living, when he was waiting for
Phoebe in the street.

"If you're satisfied, sir," said Morcross, "the inspector at the
police-station is sending a sergeant to look after 'Wall-Eyes'--the name
they give hereabouts to the man suspected of the robbery. We can take
the sergeant with us in the cab, if you like."

Still keeping on the southern bank of the river, they drove for
a quarter of an hour in a westerly direction, and stopped at a
public-house. The sergeant of police went in by himself to make the
first inquiries.

"We are a day too late, sir," he said to Amelius, on returning to the
cab. "Wall-Eyes was here last night, and Mother Sowler with him, judging
by the description. Both of them drunk--and the woman the worse of the
two. The landlord knew nothing more about it; but there's a man at
the bar tells me he heard of them this morning (still drinking) at the
Dairy."

"The Dairy?" Amelius repeated.

Morcross interposed with the necessary explanation. "An old house, sir,
which once stood by itself in the fields. It was a dairy a hundred years
ago; and it has kept the name ever since, though it's nothing but a low
lodging house now."

"One of the worst places on this side of the river," the sergeant added,
"The landlord's a returned convict. Sly as he is we shall have him again
yet, for receiving stolen goods. There's every sort of thief among his
lodgers, from a pickpocket to a housebreaker. It's my duty to continue
the inquiry, sir; but a gentleman like you will be better, I should say,
out of such a place as that."

Still disquieted by the sight that he had seen in the deadhouse, and by
the associations which that sight had recalled, Amelius was ready for
any