ing me. ch on!

    And try, said Joaken up in Gentlemans story despite s say its busting reasure. And you

    mean to force ts and cs. You o Mr Ibbs for a loan of nippers and a jilt; and you  Sue— eyes,  seen butter—for your canary.

    Gentleman tilted easing sort of hen:

    Cold as ice! ry is a damnable place: tgaged to t a rug or a vase or piece of plate  for, Im afraid. t eats  like us.

    t, tig, tas te a paper leaving all of it to you; and nole of poison—

    Gentleman shook his head.

    Not a ounce of poison? said John, looking hopeful.

    Not an ounce. Not a scruple. And no money in t in t least. ly and so queerly,  moneys for. But t live alone. Look ;

    ts.

    heh, heh, said John, growing sly. A wife, very game.

    But Gentleman shook his head again.

    A daugto? said John.

    Not a  a daugleman,  me, say Sues years. In looks, say anding and knoly shy.

    A flat! said Joell me s least. Sleman, nodding. But only as a caterpillar is ricune is certain, t touc; but it comes ion attac see a penny till ter, to a cousin. If she

    takes a roked te finger—shes rich as a queen.

    spoken, all time. Gentleman heard him now, looked up, and held his gaze.

    ten tly. Five the funds.

    A coal in t pop. Jole toot Mrs Sucksby, but  and ook a sip from ea, in a considering way.

    til bet t ea was swallowed.

    Close enougleman, nodding, moving back. ary of o  a stretcurned into a lady.  sort of smile. I t,