er."

"Did those Englishmen assist you in any way to pass counterfeit coin?"

"Neither of those Englishmen; but that man did."

And turning half round, he pointed at the wretched Murray, _alias_
Markby.

And at the same time the affable police officer drew nearer, smiling
more blandly than ever.

"'Tis false!" shrieked the wretched Murray.

"The public must maintain silence in the court," said the judge.

"It's a base lie!" exclaimed Murray.

"The officer of the court will arrest the disorderly person."

The smiling gendarme at once swooped down on his prey.

"That man," continued Lenoir, "not only passed bad money for me, but he
persuaded me that the prisoners would do so also. But when I introduced
myself and tried to get them to join me, they absolutely refused."

The public prosecutor tried in vain to shake his story, but he
positively adhered to every word he had spoken.

Then Harkaway senior was called upon, and he in conjunction with the
banker proved that there was no need whatever for the prisoners to
commit such an offence, as by simply signing his name young Jack could
draw far more francs than the judge's yearly salary amounted to.

The counsel for the defence then challenged the prosecution to produce
any evidence that the prisoners had passed bad money, and the public
prosecutor was obliged to confess that he could not do so.

Whereupon the judge remarked that the prosecution had utterly failed,
and directed the prisoners to be discharged.

But Lenoir and Murray were directed to be kept in separate cells till
they could be tried, and Chivey was ordered like accommodation.

And having now plenty of time for reflection, Herbert Murray sat with
irons on his arms and legs, thinking dolefully over the past, and
thinking whether, after all, honesty would not have proved the best
policy.

CHAPTER CV.

A LAST VIEW OF MURRAY AND CHIVEY.

"Hurrah, dad!"

"Hurrah, my boy! Now, then, one and all. Hip, hip, hip----"

"Hurrah!"

The peal that burst from the throats of the reunited English party
fairly astonished the assembled crowd of citizens who were flocking out
of the hall of justice.

And then such a shaking of hands and kissing!

The latter form of insanity at length became infectious, and the two
black imps Tinker and Bogey insisted on pressing a chaste salute on Mr.
Mole's coy lips, to the intense amusement of the bystanders.

"Get out, you black devils!" exclaimed he.