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·WIEKUBWAASY ROW :
Puoho ONERY
A BLOOD CURDLING ROMANCE.
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GABORIAU GÁBOROOED.
By W. HUMER FERGUSON.
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AN IDELILO STORY OF A GREAT AND RISING COLONY.
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LONDON
WALTER SCOTT, 24 WARWICK LANE
PATER.JOSTER ROW
1888

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·PAGE 1. A Vixo VERITAS in II. THE CROWNERS QU'.: 12 . III. AN ALLURIXG LAIT 17 . IV. MR. CLAWBY'S TOOTHBRUSH IS V. “Men is DRUTES” . 21 . VI. THE CREAT GRIEF OF THE ARISTOCR.IT. 27 VII. LUCK . 3-1 VIII. l'imm1OODI! TAKES A RUN . . . 4.1 IX. Cricks and CRACKLES 52 X. THE CUSHION OF TRIBULATION . 52 XI. “HE IBILED IT!" . 65 . XII. THE GORDUANOKxor 71 XIII. "TITE CRYPTOGRAM . 77 XIV. A MAN OF GENIUS ; WT. 11ME: JUDLARK E9 XVI. Tir: TRIAL CO .

·iv Contents. PAGE XVII. TJIE FOUNDER OF THE RAWKINITES. 101 XVIII. THE VERDICT OF THE CLEAN AND SPOTLESS XIX. Tir: EDITORIAL Hinges 105 . 109 i XX. ZOLA AND BOILED LABY 112 XXI. “O FLY WITH ME!" . . 115 XXII. DIXXER AND DOVETAILS 117 . XXIII. Eno's! ENO'S ! 122 126 . . XXIV. WANTED, AN ASSASSIN XXV. DEATH OF THE GREAT MAGICIENNE. 130 XXVI. THE NEW CUSTOMER 134 . XXVII. “ THE HEART Bowed DOWN" 139 . 143 XXXIII. LITERARY EFFORTS XXIX. 'Malt EXTRACT . . 149 XXX. DR. SHINBONE'S PERSUASIVE POWERS 153 XXXI. THE CONFESSIONS OF A BABY-BOILER 156 XXXII. MRA LESSLAND OBLIGES 161 . . XXXIII. “ HE NEVER WAS MEANT FOR THE SEA" 166 ·LIBRARY MAJU Estd. 1902. MĀJU. HOWRAHE PUBLIC THE MYSTERY OF A WHEEL-BARROW ; OR, GABORIAU GABOROOED. CHAPTER I. “IN VINO VERITAS." SAID the Melbourne Daily Muddler of the 28th July 18-:- “Truth is said to be stranger than fiction (a profoundly original remark which we never fail to impress upon our readers), and the atrocious, diabolical, blood-curdling, Gaboreau-like crime committed on Thursday nighs or Friday morning-(we are unable to name the recise day and hour of the event, as the notes of our reporter, who should have attended a temperance conference on Thursday evening, are strangely illegible)-goes a long way out of its way to prove the truth of this remarkably serviceable saying. “A murder of a rare and interesting species has been perpetrated under the very editorial nose by an assassin entirely unknown (a circumstance not unusual in senfational cases of murder), and remains shrouded in the darkest of mysteries, which no even the editorial mind can solve. The circumstances of the murder are in themselves so peculiar that we have conceived it our duty, in the interests of the public, to overhaul our best authorities, Du Boisgobey, Gaboroo (misspelt Gaboriau in less enlightened countries), De Quincey, James Payn, Ruskin, and Browning, and we must confess we have failed to discover a single point of resemblance between the murder in hand and any of those described in the ·6 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. . wotks of those famous sensational writers. The celebrated detective Lecoq would have looked with great favour upon the enterprising and original criminal whose acquaintance is now desired by our police authorities. Inic facts miylit be brietly stated, but we prefer to expand them to the length of several columns, to suit the make-up of the I/clbourne Daily Aladdler. “On thc -th day of ,184 (anno domini one thousand eight hundred and a dash), at the hour of twenty minutes to two o'clock in the morning (our contemporaries will, doubtless, be less precise in their chronology), a wheel-barrow was being propells: along Grey Street, St. Kilda, by a biped in a condition of 'modificd sobriety:' The vehicle was stopped at the police station, where the propellor solicited the favour of being provided with a drop o' Scosh 'ot.' This being politely but firmly refused him, the man cursorily observed that 'corpscs wasn't particular plcasant articles to (lic) cart about in an adjectived wheel-barrer,' and requested the pleasure of an introduction to the inspector. The formality effected, the stranger, who rejoiced in the pátronymic of Roysterer, proceeded to narrate a story, of which the following are the main facts :- "At the hour of one o'clock in the morning (chronological precision is one of the salient features of the Daily Mudiler) he was proceeding in tranquil zigzags down Collins Street East, when the Burke and Wills monument suddenly swerved from its accustomhed position, and came violently into contact with his (Roysterer's) wheel-barrov. „The monuiŋent, having been properly apostrophised, retired; but Roysterer's attention was next attracted by the menacing attitude of the adjacent Scotch Church, which had posted itself in an offensive manner in front of the harmless vehicle, seemingly impervious to the great persuasive power of Roysterer's oratory. А diversion in his favour was, hoyever, effected by the sudden appearance of a gentleman, bearing in his arms another gentleman. Both seemed to be in an elevated frame of mind. Their dress was peculiar. The gentleman, who at a later stage became defunct, wore no overcoat, while his bearer sported a light fawn-coloured dressing-gown, which was open. A weight of evidence ·“In Vino Veritas" 7 will no doubt bear upon the fact that this particular, dressing-gown was open. Why it should be so must for the moment remain an open question. Roystcrer (who also wore a tattered garment of similar pattern and htc) was accosted familiarty enough by the monsieuren rob? de chambre: 'Hi, four-wheeler! say, old f'lah, gcn'lman beashtly tigl' ; drive 'm home, 'Id flah!' "Say, chappie,' mummured the deceased, addressing his supporter, let'sh have Şcosh 'n 'shoda.' The two thon tried to effect an entrance into the Scotch Chyrch, but this attempt being futile, they fell to tossing for halfpence, while Roysterer started a highly-flavoured monologue for the benefit of an aggressive lamp-post at the corner. Failing to convince that luminary that its manners were 'ungen'I'm’nly in the (hic) 'xtreme," he directed his stcps or, rather, his steps directed him, towards the two gentlemen. He of the dressing-gown was at that moment gazing fixedly upon his companion's face, which was turned up inquisitively to the lamp-the only object that seems to shed any light upon the subject. You?' gasped the dressing-gown, strord'nary circumshan!' and depositing the other in the gutter, he fled in the direction of Bourke Street. Roystcrer, bent on comforting the deceased, bent so far over him as to lose that perfect equilibrium so necessary to an upright man, and, following his bent, collapsed upon the prostrate gentleman. He was awakened to a sense of his position by his own wheelbarrow, * *Hallo!! gried a voice, streetsh in a beashtly condition t' nigh' l' It was the gentlemarf in the dressinggown, who, wh renewed vigour, drove the barrow o'er •the sleepers. “S'kilda! S'kilda ! las' tirin. Shkilda! Inshidc, gen'l'men !' cried he of the gown. With considerable difficulty the coatless gentleman was placed in thc vehicle. With comparative ease he was spilt' therefrom ere the trio had gone a dozen yards. How they got as far as the Church of England Grammar School the cditorial mind is puzzled to know, but they did get there, and that assertion and all others made in the columns of the Daily Muddler, must be accepted as ·s. 8 The Mystery of a IVhcel-Barrow. gospel truth, otherwisc wc shall never get beyond the Church of England Grammar School in the St. Kilda · Road, where the fawn-coloured gentleman proceeded to interview the deceased, while Roysterer reclined upon the steps of the cdyrational establishment just mentioned. Goori, old flah,' said the dressing-gown, at length, with tears in his voice, 'goori, chappie,' and pressing a jubilee sixpence into Roystcrer's reticent palm, hc directed Snim (Roysterer) to convey his dear friend to Grey Strect, St. Kilda ; then, producing a short clay pipe which lic endeavoured to ignite by mcans of friction on his cigarcase, he rolled back in the direction of Melbourne. Roysterer, having spat upon the effigy of Queen Victoria, not from any feeling of disloyalty, but in order to propitiate the invisible dispensers of luck, placed the coin in his trousers pocket and continued his journcy, trundling his fare before him. Obedient to the instructions given by the generous donor of the sixpence, he put down his fare at the junction. This was casily accomplished by a skilful jerk of the wheel-barrow shafts. Receiving no thanks for his assistance, he wished the deccased Good morning,' and proffered some kindly advice in a language calculated to frecze tht very marrow of it horse marine. Finding deceased to be quite dcad, Roysterer tendered him his sincere apologies, and replaced the corpsc in the wheel-barrow. 'He remarked that the deceased appeared to have died while in the full enjoyment of a meal composed of his own stockings. Roysterer then retraced his steps towards the ncarest police station. “Life bcin, quite extinct, a doctor was sent tor without delay. The man of science, after a lengthy examination of the body, said he was clearly of opinion that the, deceased had ceased to treathe. * He was not a student of Gabbero, but he had known cases in rcal life where death, under given circumstances, had been the consequence of a crossation of respiration. He did not for a moment imagine that the deceased would wantonly consume his own hose. The deceased had died easily, and in good spirits. Good old corpse ! *The body is that of a person of the male sex, svelte and whiskerless, clothed in the debris of evening costume.

·“In Vino Veritas." 9 His stockings are marked with the initials 'O. B.,' and. are obviously in need of darning." Further disclosures were reported in the Daily Muddler on the ensuing Monday S "Another whcel-barrow [ran the report] waited upon the police inspector of St. Kilda yesterday. The vehicle was accompanied by its owner, who has kindly volunicered much valuable information. The wheel-barrow is of the ordinary kind, constructed of wood, with one wheel in front. It has been inspected by our most eminent detectives, who pronounce it to be a genuine whcelbafrow. The celebrated Lecoq would have deigned to contcrfplate the object as a vehicle full of potential possibilities. The proprietor of this now important piece of perambulating mechanism asserts that at half-past one o'clock on Friday morning a gentleman, wearing a fawncoloured dressing-gown and a soft wide-afvake hat, accosted him rather uncercmoniously, by raising his right foot with considerable rapidity towards the lower portion of his (the proprietor's) back, thus causing a contact fraught with unpleasant sensations. The gentleman ollcxt overturned the wheel-barrow, which contained costly vegetable produce, and requested the owner to drive' him to Powlett Street ‘for a bob. Having declined to accede to this unreasonable request, he res ned from the gentleman in the gown une verte réprimande in the shape of cabbages (his own property) hurled at his unoffending hcad. The dressing-gown vanished from sight at thc corner of Wellington Parade. The vegetables are now on view at the Museum of the Botanic Gardens. A particwarly fine specimen of, Victorian cablage has been christened.' The Wellington Chou,' a name not invented à propos de bottes. Our detectives will find out where the chou pinches. “This is indeed a clue worthy of Gabereau's imagination. There can be little doubt in the minds of our intelligent readers that the gentleman who accompanied Roysterer and the corpsc to the Grammar School, and the gentleman who vanquished barrowman secundus, are one and indivisible. “Our Sabbath meditations have led us to belicve that all the parties concerned were hopelessly intoxicated ; > ·to C The 1/1shri' of Wheel-Burrow. that the murder was in reality the result of an innocent practical joke ; and it is not too much to expect that the missing gentleman will shortly make an ample apology through the columns of the Daily Juddler. Jf not, then (ke following profound reflections will be invaluable to our intelligent detectives in elucidating the mystery :-- *1. The deceased being unknown, the first thing to be donc is to find out who he is. “II. Next, it will be necessary to find out his murderer, who has unfortunately been allowed to escape. "I11. In London and Paris, cities of some importance, crimcs of this kind may be committed almost daily withi impunity, but Melbourne is not London, neither is it Paris. “ IV. It is important that the mystery should be solved on public grounds; as the murder takes place in a public street, in a public wheel-barrow, the public must necessarily fcel public uncasiness. “When we rcficct that thic criminal is at large, walking in our unidst,' ready for the committal of another criine, whilst carefully avoiding all risks which night lead to the committal of himself, the editorial nerves and syntax are complete's unstrung. Mr. James Payn, an obscure English novelist, once remarked that truth was stranger than fiction, an aphorism which has sunk deep into the editorial intellect, and, as wc oliserved in Saturday's article, the present case is a proof of the veracity of that useful saying. In all cases of murder recorded in our columns it is our custom to criticise them from the shilling dreadful point of view, and to compare them severally with those invented by the sensational writers of French " In one of Paul de Kock's stories, a crime similar in character to the mysterious whccl-barrow murder consists of a triple murder and quadruple suicide in a bathing machine at Trouville. Du Boisgobey has written a story showing the possibility of committing a first-class murder in the topmost branches of a mango tree. The victim is then cremated by setting fire to the lower branches. The establishment of a temporary burcau in the trunk for the use of the detectives, and the frustration of their wily renown.

·" In l'ino Verilas" 'TI schemes by means of a series of electric shocks emitted •from a dynamo secretly hidden amongst the roots, are ingenious inciclcnts of thrilling interest. But it has never occurred, even to this daring genius, to attempt the history of a murder committed in a trumpery whol-barrow. “Wc fccl sure our noble detectives will acknowledge ilicir, sense of gratitude to the clever assassin who has oficred then so excellent an opportunity of displaying their genius."

·CHAPTER II. . THE CROWNER'S QUEST. 0 The following is an inventory of the objects placed upon the table at the inquest held on the body of the dcccascd - Item.-Twopence-halſpenny in good Victorian coin, and a French halfpenny; a pawn ticket for an indispensable article of dress. Item.-An undared stocking rescued from the jaws of the defunct. Item.-One bottle of Opoponax, probably sccrcted by deceased upon his person in order to put our eminent detectives on the wrong scent. Item.-A clay pipe (stemless), an ounce of shag tobacco, and a match box (effigy of distinguishıcd personage). Item.-One glove, size 9.4, green, onc button (off) Item. - Sundry lobster claws and champagne corks. Item. -A treatise on "Temperance Lecturing," and a copy of De Quincey's " Murder as a Fine Art." Item.-A volume of Gabberau, with marginal notes. Jehosaphat Clawby, of the detective force, armed with a powerful magnifying glass, was present in order, if possible, to discover a clue. The barrowthar Roysterer was the first witness called. A searching examination through Mr. Clawby's magnifying glass was made, but frevealeç nothing of public interest, and witness was then cross-cxamined by the Coroner, who used for that purposc thc well-known " Vade Mecum for Coroners.”, Q:-What were you doing last Thursday night on the St. Kilda road ? A.-Don't know, Coroner.-Very good. 6.- Describe what you saw ? A.-1 saw your honour doin' the swell with a young person as ·The Crowner's Quest. 13 Coroner.-Silence, sir! With respect to the corpsc---to the case in hand-what did you sec ? Witness.-Werry good, your honour. A.-I sced two swells, werry tight. l.-Were you sober? Witness.-As a bloomin' judge, your honour. Coroner.-No comparisons of that kind, if you please. Q:_Can you describe the gentleman in the dressinggown? Witness.My attention was principally occupied by the lamp-post at the corner, and the gentleinan was in the shadow. Coroner.-Describe the shadow. A.-Tall, fair, thin, with long moustache, and dressin' gownd, wide-awake 'at, and bloochers. -What did he say when he placed the corpse in the gutter? Witness.-Go an' 'ang yourself, your bonour, Coroner.-If you dare to address me in that manner, I'll commit you for contempt of court. Witness.-That's what'e said. Coroner. He said he would commit you ? Witness. -No, yer honour, “Go an 'ang yourself.” Coroner.—Yes, yes, I understand. .-Did he look back? A.-No, he looked black, your honour. Q.-Did you look after him ? A.-No, I 'ad enough to do to look after the corpse. -Whan did you again see the dressing-gown? A.-When 'e came back and drove my barrer over me an' 'is mate. -Dil you make any observation? A.-Didp't. I just ! - Coroner. --There, that'll do No ornamental expressions here, if you please. Q. -What did you do next? A.-Put the corpse in my borrer. l-And then ? A.-Chucked it out agin. 0.-For any particular reason? A.-No, my lord, no. Larks, don't yer know, mere larks. Coroner.-I thought so. l.-Did you speak to the deceased ? Witness.—Didn't we just ·14 The Mystery of a Wheel-B.wow. . > Coroner.-Hush, that'll do, witness. Q.--Then you proceeded with the defunct towards St. Kilda? A.-Yes, yer honour, as far as the Grammar School. e-Why did you stop there? A.-The cove in tke gownd, said as 'e wanted to finish tra corpse's education. l.–Did you assist in the process ? 4.-No, yer honour. The cove says, says 'e, as, hc'd' made the diseased warm and comfortable; then 'e gives me a tanner, and a few directions, and then 'e slopes. Q.-Did you notice his demeanour? Witness.-His wot? Coroner. His demcanour. Witness.- Didn't know he 'ad one on, your honour. If you mean 'is gownd, it was buttoned up and fixed with a rope round 'is waist. l.-Was his behaviour at all strange ? A.-Well, rayther. He says, says 'e, “You're a. Coroner.-Refrain from anything vulgar in my hearing, if you please. 2.-When did you discover that deceased was dead? A.--When's alighted from my wehicle. 2.-Did you assist him to alight? AsaNo, he wasn't smokin', yer honour. Coroner.- incan, did you help him out of your wheelbarrow, A.--Rayther, your lordship. What do you think? Coroncr.--Describe your mannor of assisting him. Witness.--I jest took a ruin, stopped short, and elewatec the shafts perpendic'ler. Q.-Do you find that an expeditious inodo of dcpositing your passengers ? A. --Werry much so, your worship. Q.--Did the deceased make any obscrvation ? 1.--No, he was just too busy with 'is stockin's. . --How did you find out he was dead? il. I tried to stand 'im on 'is pins, and he fell into my barrow ayin. So I carted him to the station, Coroner.-Thank you, witness.--Stand down. Dr. Robert Toiquejaimc Shinbone was then called. Tlic eminent practitioner made thcíollowing deposition :- “I am a properly-qualified surgeon dentist. I made a ·The Crowner's Quest. 15 post-mortem cxamination of the deceased. Externally, the corpse was fine and healthy, and it required much professional discernment on my part to pronounce life to be extinct. I made the usual professional experiments. I sent clectric shocks up the legs, and extracted two incisors; I trod upon its toes without apology;' requested the loan of half-a-crown; and, as a decisive test, I made one of my most side-splitting joke. Failing to elicit any sign of hilarity, I was clcany of opinion that deceased was dcfunct." (Applausc, which was immediately suppressed.) “I then proceeded to make a post-mortein cxamination. I found the customary organs in their usual places. (IIcar, hcar.). The auricles of the heart were situated at its basc. 'The brain was small, and contained, amongst a mass of cellular tissue, the germ of an idea (Sensation). The stomach was full; the feet healthy. There was a slight tendency to corns on the right foot. Upon probing an important bunion a spirituous odour was cmitted. Deceased was most probably not a member of the Blue Ribbon Army. It is my opinion, as a dentist, that death was caused by the inhalation of chloroform." Coroner.-You have observed that thc feet of the deccased were Kable to the production of corns and bunions. Can you assert that death was not caused by the exposure of these growths after the removal of the stukkings? Dr. Shinbone. -As a professional dentist I can rcfute such a theory. The presence of pedal cxcrescences of the nature described avill, at times, causc irritability of temper, and it is quite possible that the administration of chloroform wailo in this state would have a tendency to accelerate the fatal result. Another wheel-barrow man was Merl called. Ilc deposed : My name is Clegi Spankin. I remember Thursday night, as on the following day I was compelled to see a mcdical man, owing to contusions received in the lower extremity of my back through contact with the boot of a gentleman wearing a fawn-coloured dressing gown, who hailed me on the St. Kilda Road at half-past one o'clock in the morning, and requested me to whicel him to lowlett Street or put up with certain alternatives, and on my refusing he assailed me with my own produce and afterwards ·16 The Mystery of a IPheel-Barrow. proceeded at a great pace in the direction named with a pipe in his mouth, singing, 'We won't go dlomc till morning,' which was cssentially true, as he disappeared suddenly at two o'clock precíscly at the cort.cr of Powlett Street, at which wonicnt the post-office clock struck tire hotir- Here the witness stopped for breath. Coroner.—Did you notice anything peculiar about the gentleman ? Witness.-No, your lordship, cicept that his boots were very hard. He wore a dressing-grown and a soft hat, and was fearful boozed, just like your lordship when I met your lordship on Wednes Coroner (sternly). --Stand down. The Coroner then summed up. Ilc pointed out that deceased, according to cvidenccaduced, was undoubtedly dicad. All the obtainable evidence was circumstantial, and, in consequencc, convincing. Ile detailed with cloquent power the salient points of resemblance between the wheelbarrow casc and coveral murder cases mentionel by De Quincey and Gaborault. Finally, he admitted that a wheel-barrow was not a legally recognised public conveyance, and in this he differed from the ablc cditor of the Daily Mudiler. He said that exposure to the cold, while using such means of transit, added to the fact that deccascd wadmittedly found dead in the act, apparently, of swallowing his hose, might have been the main cause of death ; but, sccing that the eminent dentist had taken a different vicw of the matter, and iad, morcos'er, scouted the profound corn-and-bunion hypothesis, he could only recommci the jury to give an unbiassed verdict to the effect that docered had been maliciously, wilfully, and effectively inurdered by a person preferring to remain, for the present, incognito. The jury, having been provided with a Lindley- Murray (Victorian Editior), retired for deliberation. On their return they presented the appearance of having passed a mauvai: quart d'heure, which the foreman cxplained was owing to an animated discussion on auxiliary verbs. Their verdict, he said, was in accordance with the impartial vicws expressed by the Coroner. A rider was added deprecating the inconvenient custom cstablished by criminals and royalty of adopting an incognito.

·CHAPTER III. AN ALLURLNG BAIT. V. R. Murder. PRIZE COMPETITION. " WHEREAS on Friday, the 27th day of July, one thousand eight hundred and — a murder was committed of a highly sensational character. The circumstances of the crime are of a nature so dreadful and cxtraordinary, that it is supposed by the Victorian Government that the assassin can have had no meaner object in view than that of rivalling in daring atrocity the mysterious crimes described in the much-admfred works of Gaboriau and Du Boisgobey, thus affording gratuitous material for the creation by some Colonial genius of a shilling shocker calculated to crown with glory te immortal litcrary achievements of our great and rising Colony. “Taking this profoundly philosophical view of the matter, the Government have decided to offer a prize of one hundred pounds for the best sensational romance based upon the facis disclosed at the Coroner's inquest. “Competitors papers must be forwarded, post paid, to the Home Secretary on or before Guy Fawkes' Day, 5th November, 18%. "The assassin, members of 'he Legislative Assembly, and children under ten years of age, will be excluded from the competition. "TEETH SCALED AND CORNS CAT, 6D."* “GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. * We hasten to inform the intelligent reader that this is merely part of an ingenious and opportune advertisement devised by our esteemed townsinan and dentist, Dr. R. T. Shinbone, and has no connection with the proclamation of the Government.

·२ CHAPTER IV. MR. CLAWBY'S TOOTHBRUSH. To the genuine detective mind there is nothing so entirely satisfactory as the possession of a trustworthy inanimato confidant. The writer of this thrilling romance knew one of those useful public servants, who took unto himself a wife deafer than a post, and to whom, by word of mouth only, and sitting with his back towards her, he would confide the great unravelled mysteries of his profession. Mr. Clawby was still more discreet-he was unmarried, and his most precious secrets were shared only by his toothbrush. It was a great relief to his mind to fly betimes into his bedroom, and pour out his soul to the inanimate object of his affections. If that humble little article-which Mr. Clawby had purchased twenty years ago, and, alas ! it was now all but a bristleless ruin-if that small object could have spoken, how the world would have discovered, to its infinite horror, what a particularly naughty place is Melbourne, Victoria! Mr. Clawby was unusually polite to his toothbrush this morning, as he was wont to be when any matter of more than ordinary interest occupied his busy brain, and the troubled look he cast upon his confidant must have caused the fun object acute pain. " I've been a 'tective well-nigh twenty year, and of all the rummy murders I never did find out, this is the rum, miest. Dash it all!" (Here tic "few sad last grey hairs” of thc favourite stuod on end.) “Dash it alli if I don't make no beginning I sharn't come to no end, that's a moral." (The toothbrush assented to this candid confession by observing a respectful silence.) "Listen," continued Mr. Clawby. "Here's a gentleman get's drunk-he meets another gentleman who's drunk-(they must be gentlemen, or they wouldn't get drunk). They meet a man who's drunk. Them's the plain facts.

·Mfr. Clawvby's Toothbrush. 19 Toothbrush, isn't it evident that I ought to get drunk too, to familiarise myself with the feelings of those three gentlemen who's drunk? You think not? Very well, then. What the upshot? Gentleman No. i puts gentleman No. 2 in gentleman No. 3's barrow. Gentleman No. 3, accompanied by gentleman No. 2, catis gentleman No. 2 to the Grammar School. There gentle- 'man No. 2 (I'll now call him the corpse) is polished off by gentleman No. 1, and left in charge of gentleman No. 3. Why did he polish him off? Ask me another. Well, it wasn't Love. No, there's no precedent in Gaboroo. Was it Theft? No; the corpse retained all his personal effects. Was it Revenge? Ahal toothbrush, there's the rub! As an experienced 'tective I didn't think of that before. If it is Revenge, I'll start examining the corpse's togs. If he hasn't got a clue somewhere about him, then, as an experienced 'tective, I say he ought to have. Good-day, for the present," Mr. Clawby's fat, "jolly” face was soon "gravely” imbedded in the clothing of the deceased. One by one he examined the garments, commenting upon them in a manner usual with 'tectives of twenty years' standing. "Trowsers" he grunted, "hum-baggy at the knees, three buttons off-no clue there! Coat?-very well cut coat indeed-left tail slightly torn-never mind,-any clue herc?” continued Clawly, lifting the other tail. "None whatever-not a tell-tale, evidently. Shirt ? Well, there may be a clue somewhere about this here garment, but I guess I'll leave it alone. Boots ? there's a good clou hcre, sticking up where the big toe is usually located, but that ain't the one I want. Stockings seen them already. Obad the weskit! Come hither, sweet weskit, and be not afraid. As an experienced 'tective I guessed i should find a clue in this here weskit. A clumsy, himprovised, home-made pocket on the inside! Torn, too ! This is what I call a clue! What are the most unlikely things he could have carried in that pochet ? Change of linen? Dressing case? Hink-pot ? No! certainly not, nothing but a document-an important document. Not notes, or cheques, or bills—or anything so probable as that-oh not a valuable document. As an experienced 'tective, I am bound to think it is a document, and that ·20 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. Let us document is now in the possession of the assassin !" And Mr. Clawby, overjoyed with his discovery, executed a masterly cirklier seul. “Stop!”, cried lie, suddenly, and, obedient to the Cunmand, his 'legs resukned their customary rigidity. "I've got a clue-what am I going to do with it? consult the toothbrush.” So, donning, his hat and overcoat, Mr. Clawby returned tr his abode. “Toothbrush," said he to his vristly confidant, “I have a cluc—what shall we do with it? Suppose we advertise it ? No? Suppose we submit it to a syndicate of expericnced 'tectives, and float a limited liability company? Vo? Well, we'll look at the papers, and see whether anybody wants a clue ; as an experienced detective I can adopt no other course.' This advertisement suddenly met Mr. Clawby's experienced eye as he ran through the columns of the Daily Muddler. "If Oliver Black will return to Kangaroo Villa, Grey Street, St. Kilda, and pay his rent, washing and mending, and five shillings borrowed from advertiser, he will hear of something to his advantage; otherwise his property will be soll to defray portion of the expenses of this advertisemen. LUBINA GABBLETON.". “Dear me !" muttered the detective, “how very extraordinary ! O. B.'_Oliver Black, the mark on the stickings! Who but Clawby would have found out that portentous announcement ! "The best thing I can do," he muscd, "is to drop in at Kangaroo Villa, and tell Mrs. Lubina Gabbleton who I ain." » ·CHAPTER V. MEN IS BRUTES. MRS. LUDINA GABBLETON was a lady whose acquaintance with persons of the male sex, throughout a checkered cxistence, had been mainly unsatisfactory. To her the theory of the universe resolved itself into one single proposition which she was wont to advance with unpleasant iteration : "Men is Brutes !" Everything else was of secondary importance. Given an interlocutor of whatever sex or social status, and she would propound her favourite theory ten times in an hour, and defy him or her to frame a syllogisın to contravert it. The late Mr. Gabbleton, who had early in life taken holy orders, had come out to the colony with the laudable intention of converting the heathen, and, imbued with the idea that a fair picture of domestic felicity would help to impress the aboriginal mind with the advantages of the Christian faith, he had wedded the fair Lubina, and taken her with him. Alas! shaking off the angelic meekness of maidenhood, Lubina had donned the armour of might. Du Boisgobey would say, "Elle portait la Culotte," but virtuous Melbourne would shudder at any attempt to translate that mascuñine figure. Poor Gabbleton gradually succumbed to the nagging garrulities of his erstwhile tender Lubina. The stemporary place of worship he had caused to be crected was the scene of his final struggle. In a remarkable discourse Re proclaimed that wifely obedience was a desirable and holy thing, and dwelt at considerable length upon the bitter scenes of domestic strife engendered by an intemperate use of words and flat-ipns. No sooner had he uttered the unfortunate word "flat-irons" (with which utensils Lubina's arguments were frequently enforced) than his irascible spouse was up in arms. She laid siege to thc pulpit, scaled the walls thereof, and, seizing her refractory husband by his scanty crop of hair, ·22 The Mystery of a IVheel-Burrow. + hurled him from the battlements, to the intense delight of the assembled heathen, who performed a wild and warlike dance around the prostrate divine. Physically and morally shaken; without infipience amongst his swarthy fit:k; convinced at last that his wife's argument, “Men is Brutes," must be based upon some occult truth; he took to the fire-water, against the immodcratc l'scofi which he had hitherto so frequcr.ly inveighed, and endel his days by hanging himself by the girdle of his gown to the wooden steeple of his own chapel-a pathetic example to the matrimonially-inclined. Thus himself and his ministry were suspended at onc and the sanic time. Having interred her dear defunct, Mrs. Gabbleton next realised” her situation. She sold her husband's sermons by auction, disposed of the chapel as a cowshed, and gave her flat-irons to the native ladics with full directions for use. She bought an estate at St. Kilda, built a house thercon, and maintained her revenues by going out a-charing, layings-out, and lyings-in. Victorian philosophers have proved that Adam and Eve were i the bottom of the deplorable state of things we have endeavoured to depict, so we must bow to the inexorability of fate. Mrs, Gatleton had one recreation, which consisted of planting the flowers of her little garden upside down. She: was engaged in this favourite pursuit when Mr. Clawby made his visit. That gentleman was artistically and appropriately disguised as an itinerant nigger minstiel, Leaning over the fence of Mrs, Gabbleton's little garden, he raade a few inviting grimaces, and gave an introductory." Yah, yah.” Git out, yer black brute," shouted Mrs. Gabbleto!,, hurling her trowel in the intruder's face. “Madam," said Mr. Clawby, applying a gaudy red silk handkerchief to his now gaudy red nose, as an experienced detective of twenty years standing, I must tell you that I am unused to- "Git out," interrupted Mrs. Gabbleton, "you're a himposter ; you've wiped all the paint off you're nose, you have! Men is brutes, and you know it, drat yer ! What d'yer want? and who are yer ? and have yer been christened and vaccinated, yer brute ?" 0 3 36 ·Men is Bruies. 23 “Madam," said the imperturbable Jehoshophat, " I'm Nr. Clawby, an experienced detective, and I have adoptoel this disguise in order to conceal my calling-and thic object of my calling here." Well?" “May I have the honour of addressing your ladyship ' privately for a few moments 2" "Come in, yer brute ! growled the lady. Mr. Clawby was ushered into a neat little room, mainly furnished with antimicassars. The stranger was asked to sit down upan one. He did so. The lady invited herself to sit opposite him upon another. She did so. Now then, boss," said she, pulling a string protruding from her bustlc, by which she appeared to control thic movements of her jaws. Mr. Clawby sighed, wiped the perspiration from his painted brow, folded his red pocket-handkerchief into the forin of a mitre, put it into his hat, placed his hat upon the floor, took out his spectacles, wiped them carefully, adjasted them on the bridge of his nose, sighed again, and said-with a shrewd twinkle in his sharp grey eyes--- fvatching thceffect of his portentous words, "It's a very fine morning, madan." “'Oo said it war'nt, yer brute?" was the reply to this wily question. "Mr. Oliver Black did.” (Mr. Clawby scrutinized his interlocutor) "Let 'im show his nose 'cre, the brute, I'll give 'im what for! as he ain't paid 'is washing bill, nor 'is rent, nor 'is bear- Nor his ox, nor his ass,'nor anything that is hisinterposed MI. Clawby, mechanically. “None of your blasphemy, yer brute ; you remind me of my good-for-nothing 'usbant- "Mr. Oliver Black is dead," hissed Mr. Clawby, not heeding this outburst. Mrs. Gabbleton turned pale with passion. “No!" she cried. “What! without giving me the usual week's notice. Men is brutes, they is ! Did he suicide hisself ?" “ Clever in the extreme," muttered the experienced detective. “She's been reading Gabaroux evidently. " » ·24 The N/ystery of a II'hecl-Barrow. No, my dear madam," he said aloucl, "he was murdered in it whiccl-barrow on the St. Kilda Road." "What! in a opon whiccl-barrow in the open strect ?" I must openly confess, madam, that you have divince the truth. Tell mc all you know." *** One moment, boss. A: little stimulant is necessary to soothc my heart's unrest—the same bcing wildly beating, as it never bcat before., Phen pass me yonder Bottle;' boss, in mercy, I implore." Mr., Clawby, touched by this poetic appeal, rosc, and taking the bottle of Old Tom, applicd his lips to the oritice." Drink deeply, or touch not," said he, as he took an encouraging swig of the vivifying liquor, and passed the bottle to Lubina. "Llen is brutes," she observed ; "'00 toll you to ingurgitatc my juniper, yer brutc?” Without waiting for a reply she absorbed the remainder of the comforting liquid. Mr. Clawby resumed his scat, and the conversition continucd in, the following manner :- " I'll make a clcan breast of the whole concern, you being an experienced detective, well up in Gabarcau and De Qyincey, wich I can't say as I studies much, tho' I have heard as they is almost as interesting as Mr. Zoler's Terre and Mr. Bunyan's Vow Pilgrim's Progress, whid Mr. Black used to read of a Sunday—but that ain't 'crc nor them. Listen, yer brute. Somc months ago, findin' the lyin's-in got slack and layin's-out weren't so brisk as thcy used to be, I had an idea that letting out lodgings would increase that moi.ctary increment, without which a solitary gentlewoman like myself, habituated to the acsthetic refinements and cultured case of polito sociсty, ce monde, spirituel" “Drop it, old girl," implored Mr. Clarky; please reinember that I am a detec'ive of twenty years' standing, and, in conscqucncc, unused to my present constrained posturc. llave the goodnoss, thcrcforc, to curtail, as far as possible, all unnecessary irinuti savouring of selfaggrandiscment.. Redundancics ard garrulitics of speech are particularly obnoxious under existing circunstances, and- "Shut it, boss," interrupted Mrs. Gabbleton; "talk Hinglish. You hain't the Heditor of the Hargus." "Co on," said Mr. Clawby. » ·3 Jou bet." Men is Brutes. 25 “Well, I put an advertisement in the papers, and Mr. Floliver Black Hook my rooms." “Any peculiarity about his appearance, Mrs. Galyblcton?” "Well, yes; he had a he&resence like a hairy raspberry on his nosc, thc brutc- "The very man," murmured Clawhy. “O) triumph of detective skill! Jehoshophat, thou art henceforth famous ! I)id the corpse have any friends ?" “Ile warn't a corpse then, silly." "V'ery truc," said Clawby, “but- "He had a hikey lot of acquaintances, such as even my brutc of a 'usband--pcace to his ashes !-would have spurned. Mr. Black paid five shillings in advance, and told me he was going to marry a heiress. He had one chum in particular-a Mr. Icssland-just a fair brute, 'anelsome as regards his pusson, but a hikey character, “Ah! When will this gentleman call, d'ye think?" “Well," said Mrs. Gabbleton, satirically, as there's an experienced detective wanting him, no doubt, he'll come bo-night." Exactly The immortal Gabberou would have cffccted an opportune interview at this very moment. Anything elsc?" “Yes. About two weeks ago a tall cove came here in a soft 'at and dressing-gown. "The very®man," again muttered Mr. Clawby. "Jehoshophat, thou art immortal. Well, what did he do ?" "He just went and raised Cain. Mr. Black and hinwent at it hammer and tongs, and when I went upstairs to linterccdc, the dressing-gown cove busts open the door, thc brutc, and hollers out-Mine !'» "You?" exclaimed Clawby. No, sonny, I've been married. Once shy, twicc bit. He hollers out, Minc !' then Mr. B. calls out, 'No it ain't, it's mine!' and t'other yells out,'aline, I tell you, you scoundrel; there's my initials on the tail. Why, if you dared to put it on your carcasc I'd murder you in the open street in a whicel-harrow, which is the most unlikely place I can think of at the present moment.' Then he goes out, banging the door, and Mr. Black shies his bout ·1 26 The Jſystery of a Ihic? Burrow. after him, which, it being in the dark, caught me on the nose and shed my gore. “Did Mr. Black make any remark ?” “Modesty forbids me to repeat his repellent expression,” sail Mrs. Gabbieton, with a pious air. “That'll do," said Mr. Clawby dryly. "What was the stranger's name ?" "Ask me another, old hoss." Mr. Clawby was satisfied. He rose to his full height (5 feet 3% inches in his boots) and blushed with conscious pride. “Mrs. Gabbleton," said he, “as a 'tective of twenty years' standing an ardent student of the great Gabioreau -a humble worshipper at the shrine of the immortal Lecoq-I thank you! This far-seeing nose, languishing beneath a dissimulating layer of burnt cork and butter, is worthy to rank with the olfactory organ of the greatest gentleman of the profession. Henceforth I am immortal! The man in the dressing-gown-listen, O woman l-thic man in the dressing-gown murdered the defunct, and I, the great Ciawby, have discovered him !" “ What's your opinion?" “Hadam," said Mr. Clawby, with awful majesty of utterance, there's something at the bottom of this affair;" and, bowing low, the famous detective passed through the portal of Kangaroo Villa. Mrs. Gabbleton, looking wistfully after him as he strode away, smiled and sighed. “Men is brutes as a rule," she murmured 'softly, “but this blessèd nigger is just lovely 1" ·CHAPTER VI. THE GREAT GRIET OF THE ARISTOCRAT, AN carnest conversation with his toothbrush left little doubt in Mr. Clawby's mind as to the identity of llic murderer. The gentleman in the dressing-gown had carried out his murderous threat with such promptitude and despatch that it now only remained to request thic favour of his acquaintance. The toothbrush acquiesced in this arrangement. Gentlemen there were, certainly, and many of them, who might answer to the description given, but Mr. Clawby had made up his mind, so there was nothing further to be said. Mr. Lessland, as in duty bound, would turn up at Kangaroo Villa at the proper moment, and would furnish the most comprehensive Information as to the habits of the deceased, his friends, and his enemies. So Mr. Clawby (disguised as a Beefeater from the Tower of London, freshly arribed, in Melbourne to represent Her Majesty during the Jubilee festivities) hired a brougham, and drove to Kangaroo Villa. Mrs. Gabbleton, after kissing his feet, conducted Mr. Clawby to the late Mr. Black's apartments. The detective glanced round, and at Once summed up the defunct. Detectives always do that. Just a real masher," said he ; "p&taks everywhere -- bold young things galore, jockeys, horses, Sullivan and Mitchell , Queen Victoria, Tootsie Vaughan, and the late lamented Lord Beaconsfield.” The lamp-glasses were of a delicate pink colour, and a soft rosy light shimmered over the Kidderminster carpet like a perfumed smile upon the purple lips of dawn. Mr. Clawby's inquisitive eye was attracted by the heterogeneous assortment of tobacco pipes, arranged in a rack over the mantic-shelf. He took one of them down, filled it, and dreamily lighting up with one of Lubina's curl-papers, continued his investigations.

·28 The J/jstery of a IVheel-Barrow. Rather fond of thc-lum-ladics, I observe," said hic, with an amatory wink at the gentlc Lubina. "Yes, the brute," replicd shc, dryly," and the less they had on the better he liked 'em—the himpulent hussies! You won't find my portrait therc-wich I am in the 'abit of concealing my anatomy from the gaze of men, the brutes." "Ah! madam," said M: Clawby, with a sigh, and kissing the fair hand he held within his own, full many a flower was born to blush unsecn Drop that, old hoss, I'm no chicken, you bet-though you are just delightful in them rcd brecks.” Though a detective of twenty years' standing, Mr. Clawby had still a soft place in his hcart. He turned and strolled over to the library, chiefly with the object of conccaling his emotion. The library, so called, consisted of a few old numbers of the “Pink 'Un," from whose pages Vír. Clawby read several poetical extracts to the chastc Lubina, whose face flushed with nf pleasure at the piquant naughtiness of that high-toned print. There was also a volume of Zola, but lir. Clawby tlung it from himf as though defiled. “ Zoler !" cried he; out upon him for a ribald serpent, polluting tnc pure air of our great and rising colony-I trample him bencath my fcet ! But thou, Gabareaux, over whose golden page my hcart and brain have throbbed in unison,-is there no work of thine immortal pen upon these scanty shelves ? I am undone! I am undone ! "Oh ! Mr. Clawby and me alone with you," said Mrs. Gabbleton, with a mouest blush. “Sweet Lubina, fear not, my gorgco'is jaiment is intact." Mr. Clawby flung himself at her fcct, and declared his ardent and urdying passion for his chasto Lubina. “What are you up to Black ?” exclaimed a voice ; “private theatricals, ch ?” Mr. Clawby sprang to his feet, and resumed the calm, collected air of a detcctive of many years' standing. The new arrival consisted of a tall, doll-faced young man, pink and white in huc, with straw-coloured curls and moustaches. He wore a costume of thc largest chessboard pattern, and the most fashionable ready-made cut.

·The Great Grief of the Aristocrat. 29 This studied elegance of dress, and the short clay pipe he held between his teeth, combined to give him a strikingly ariatocratic appearance. “Where's Black, mother?” he asked, sitting astride the piano, and puffing his smoke in M* Clawby's face with nonchalant grace. Ro you mean to say you haven't seen him lately?" said the wily one. "Who the devil are you, old blazes ?" returned the ncW-comcr. Mr. Clawby, unruffled by this unseemly query, stood gazing dreamily at the handsome young aristocrat, who presently said, nonchalantly- I presume, my friend, you are a hopeless lunatic, to whom Black has offered an cleemosynary abode for the purpose of psychological research?" Mr. Clawby advanced boldly to the piano, struck a few chords with a masterly indifference to accidentals, and, with great taste and expression, sang the following RECITATIVE AND ARIA. When summer snows shall blanch the vales of Ind, And mellowing melons bend the pawthorn bough; When ruminants shall roam the watery wastes, And peritinkles thrdm the lovesome lute; When limpets, chorusing soft Lylian airs, Shall 'witch the world with wondrous horseinanship- 'Flen say the fame of Clawby is no more! Lecoq (you know your Gaboreau) His genius inherits; His heye is like the heagle's, His nose is like the ferret's. But, Clawby too, a goodly crew Of "wanted" ones inweigles : His nose is like the ferret's, His heye is like thie lieagle's ·30 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. Tho' once I “took" a guileless “ dook" Thro' taking too much "spesrets," My heye is like the heagle's, My nose is like the ferret's. C Some I beguiles with words and smiles Like syrup, sir (not Siegel's) - My nose is like the ferrets, My heye is like the heagle's. 6 Me? a poor The world, with tears, for countless ycars Shall catalogue my merits — My heye, that's like the heagle's, My nose, that's like the ferret's. “ Bravo, Blazes !" cried the aristocrat. “ Bravo I didn't think you had it in you. Now then, tell me, where's Black? What's, he been up to? Too pressing in his attentions to Mrs. Gabbleton?" "Heaven forbid,” cried Mr. Clawby, with emotion. “Oh, the brute !" screamed Lubina. innocent, modest, retiring widow !" “Do you happen to know where Black is to be found ?: askou the cautious detective. I da noi, Blazes. I've been up country, on a-ona temperance mission, and" “Good young man,” said Clawby, touched to the heart. Then suddenly-"Black's dead." The aristocrat collapsed. Why, in the nanta of Scott, didn't you say so, you blazing idiot, instead of pestering me with yourhlamnably impertinent questions. Good old Black !, Dearest and best. Oh me! oh mel of course I never read the papers ; cverybody else did-alas! alas! We were brothers, liguratively speaking" sobbed the aristocrat; "we shared everything, I especially-boo-hoo, boo-hoo-" Voblc lcart 1" groaned the Beefeater, rocking himself to and fro. “We came here on the sainc boat-boo-hoo- Poor dcar !" moaned Mrs. Gabblcton. Many's the time we went •Thomas Dodd' for the hebdomadal clean shirt-boo-hoo, boo-hoo- 66 - ».

·The Great Grief of the Aristocrat. 31 "Sweet sympathetic soul 1” gurgled Mr. Clawby. -Many's the time we sparred three rounds for the handkerchief-boo-hool-returned in its pristine purityboo-hoo from the wash- "Let brotherly love continue," ejaculated Mr. Clawby, through his tears. In fact, Blazes," said Mr. Lessland, growing calme, "in fact I was with hin almost to the last.' "Oh the brute !" shrieked Lubina. “We were like brothers," continued the young man. “Is it not natural that I should have been with him in his last hours? Don't think I did the job—-not Il Fact is, Blazes, we were awfully tight, don't yer know, old fellow. You know the song- 'We all got mixed, and had a jolly spree, Thro' going with the missus to the ju-bil-lee.' Chorus please." The chorus floated on the stilly evening air like a inystic funeral dirge. The aristocrat continued :-“It is as well in a case like this, don't yer know, to throw aside social scruples. We did. Poor Black ! He was very argumentative insisted on proving the presence of microbes in the moon, and all that sort of thing, don't-yer-know, came to blows with a pump for refusing to enter the club with us-Dressinggown Club, you know, Blazes. Then we visited some friends, passed the flowing bowl, Ind so on, until poor Black lefo us, in charge of his dressing-gown, and went out; saying he had an old score to settle with pa Frecklenose at the "kilted Opossum' you know, Blazes. Well, shortly after, waiter requested me to retire. I did sounder the table. Then they swept me out, social scruples and all. I remember smiling tenderly at Black's dressinygown on my arm. 'Lovely ni', my dear, for stroll homc,' said I. Then, all of a sudden, throwing aside all my remaining social scruples, I rolled into the gutter. Next morning I found myself in bed, fully attired for a country trip. I left town at an®early hour, and sought for peace in salemn and solitary communion with Nature."

·32 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. “Great and noble soul!" said Mr. Clawby, with tears in his voice. Seizing an album, the aristocrat rapidly turned the leaves until he carro to the portrait of a young lady. “Peggy Frecklenose!” he explained; “Miss Frecklenosi, Blazes-Blazes, Miss Frecklenose!" Miss Frecklenose had been taken" in a costume both, charming and original. Clad in a robe of white material, mystic, beautiful," the sleeves tárned up to her dimpled elbows, she brandished the trusty staff of a special constable. Her fair hair, hanging upon her forehead in luxurious masses of fringe, was surmounted by a policeman's helmet. What struck the beholder as being her principal charm was the naive, ingenuous expression informing her whole physiognomy, chiefly due to a delicately-balanced obliquity of vision, which lent to her eyes a je-ne-sais-quoi of uncertain farouche tenderness. Underneath this grac:ful portrait were the following lines, scrawled in Black's irregular handwriting : Not for thee, inane Fitzdoodle, Blossom'd all these beauteous charms, 'Ware the staff ! Wouldst thou canoodle Pallas pale with Love's alarms? “Black was passi inately fond of her," explained Mr, Lessland, but Pergy was madly in love with Fitzdoodle ; hence these beautiful lines-boo-hoo--the beau. tiful lines of my deai, friend;" and the aristocrat sobbed afresh. "This Fitzdoc dle wore a dressing-gown occasionally, did he not?" "Ya-as, great swell, don't yer know; very handsome, Blazes; in fact, resembled me awfully, don't yer know. Called here not long agú ; raised disreputable shindy, Blazes ; dreadful character " "The very man !” said Mr. Claiby to himself. “Well, Blazes, I'm o.p.h. Unless the exigencies of this remarkable drama should require my presence, I shall disappear for a short time. But I'll do what I can to help you, boo-hoo"-(here the aristocrat broke down) "to find the murderer of any dc:r dead friend. Of ·The Great Grief of the Aristocrat. 33 course, you have your 'spicions now-Fitzdoodle, eh, Blazes ?" Mr. Clawby laced the thumb of his left hand to the tip of his astute nose, and, spreading dut his four fingers, said, in a hoarse whisper- “Praps 'e did, p'raps 'e didn't.' Eggs is eggs. As an experienced detective of twenty years' standing, I have an idea, and I mean to stick to it.”

·CIIATTER VII. LUCKI - As a IF King Midas had lived in the present century he would undoubtedly have recounted his experiences in a letter to the editor of the London Daily Telegrap.?. natural consequence he would have bcen interviewed by reporters numberless as the golden sands of Pactolus, who would have begged his Phrygian majesty to turn their note-books, pencils, top-lats, umbrellas, etc., into the shining yellow metal we alternately curse and blessbless, when in our possession, and curse, when we see it in the hands of autrui. But, fortunately, King Midas is as dead as Queen Anne, only more so, inasmuch as he never existed. Who can conceive the conscquences of such a power as his? Of a certainty his majesty would have taken out a patent, and placed himself in the hands of a powerful syndicate for the formation of a limited company to be called the Royal Phrygian Transmutation Company, Limited What a host of kings, queens, princes, dukes, and royalty funkics of all degrees we should see on the board of directors. “Will your majesty be good enough to step round to our royal house of Windsor, and turn our goods and chattels 2.4to gold on the occasiort of our jubilee?"Will your majesty oblige by kicking the scat of our princely Edinboro' trousers in order to enhance their value in che eyes of the Hebrew inerchant to whom we, usually sell our royal cast-off clothing ?" Passons! passons! the golden calf would still be worshipped, though angels trod our Victorian streets--though Archangels smuggled through the House of Assembly a bill for the frec transit of mortals to the paradise of the blest ! Frank Frecklenose never wrote a letter to the editor of the Daily Telegraph, but he was nevertheless the luckiest man in Australia. Even in his babyhood his luck was ·Luck. 35 proverbial. The mouldiest farthing he inadvertently swallowed, would, after the administration of a persuasive emetic, turn out to be a halfpenny. Frecklenose had arrived in Australia with the customary cightcenpence, penknife, and bit of string. With this insignificant capital he had laid the foundation of his Cortunes-at first gold-digge then squatter, and afterwards proprietor of a caitle wash, which had the peculiar efficacy of legting sheep and oxen hairless and woolless as looking-glasses. A large sum was subscribed by appreciative settlers and presented to the enterprising Frecklenose on the sole condition that he consented to "run" his cattle wash in a neighbouring colony. He next went to New Zcaland, where he sold his patent rights to the Government, who retailed the preparation (as an invigorating hair-wash) to the Maoris. An appreciable reduction in the native population having resulted, Frecklenose was honoured with the thanks of the House of Representatives, and a grant of land in Victoria. Here his genius culminated in the invention of an Electrical Incubator and Chicken Raiser. The mechanism of that wonderful contrivance is worthy of a brief description. Young and unimpeachable hens, with motherly hearts and domestic instincts, were first decoyed by a fascinating array pof chalk eggs into a wooden enclosure. Scized instantly by an invisible automatic fork, the birds were jerke into an adjoining apartment, where they were sumptuously fed with Bird's Egg Powder.” . The meal finishyd, they were next marshallcod into an amphitheatre and lectured severely by a.democratic rooster 'on the evils arising from "unearned increment." Thi.. lecture rarely failed to produce an effect, and a final exhortation to "lay to" was generally obeyed with a unanimous cackle of assent. By means of a sliding arrangement the eggs were shunted into the incubators and electrified. The discomfort experienced by the embryo chicks speedily induced them to quit their shelly tenements. The final part of the process, that of fattening, was easily accomplished. An award of prizes of choice worms created a healthy spirit of competition, and ambitious chicks became comparatively corpulent in less than twenty- ·36 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. four hours. Hens refusing to “lay to," or even one, were severely censured, thrown aside by an ingenious and discriminating piece of mechanism, and convo.ted into shoe leather for the chaussure of our Melbourne Volunteers. ,Frank Freckienose became rich, married a Mclbourne beauty, and begat one child, his daughter Peggy Frecklenose, who, being charming as her name, and an heiress withal, was much sought after by aspiring young Melbournites and barons. These she trcated with highbred froideur. The prince of her fairy tale had not yet come. Had he never come, Peggy had resolved, like every young woman of her age, to do without, retire into a convent, or set up as a lady novelist of misanthropic persuasions ; but the appearance of Fitzdoodle O'Brier dispelled this happy dream, as well it might have done. Fitzdoodle entered Frank Frecklenose's "Bottle and Jug Department," and thus sailed into this thrilling history. Tall , thin, and hungry enough he looked, as he tendered his last threepenny-bit to the landlord of the “Kilted Opossum." Fitzdoodle was of noble Irish blood. He had left nothing behind him in the old country sate a few paltry bills (unpaid), and his blessing. The latter was bestowed upon the family Banshee, a pathetic and solemn sprite, who had been boycotted by the Banshee Land League for having haunted the proud ancestral halls of the O'Briers. Frank dFrecklenose, to whom Fitzdoodle brought letters of introduction from nobody'in particular, was pleased with the easy and nonshuilant air of the young Irish gentleman as he threw the remnam of his old world fortune upon the counter and called for *yhree of Home Rule. Frecklenoce took him at once to his colonial bosom, gave him soft raiment, and lent him gold (at interest not exceeding the current bank ratc by niore than 20 per cent.), advised the purchase of a station (he had one to sell), and cemented the friendship by a liberal allowance (to hituself) of "Frecklenose's Special." As he crawled upstairs that night, Mr. Frecklenose indulged in loud operatic "asides, both mirthful and melodinus. He informed his wire, in lyric numbers, that something 'shempted, shumnbody done,' he earned a nightsh repoge." Then extinguishing the candle with his ·Luck. 37 night-cap, and secreting his slippers under the pillow, he crept into the fond embrace of his loving spouse, whose “night's repose” was perhaps less blissful than her husband's, owing to the fact tâat Frank's feet still adhered tcnaciously to his boots. Fitzdoodle's fortune gradually increased. He sold five mangy sheep and a sterile ceow, and bought cattle more amenable to the exigenties of breeding. He apostrophised the family Banshee in a stirring poem of four cantos, treating in turn of (1) The Restoration of the Castle of the O'Briers ; (2) The return of the magnificently-rich Fitzdoodle to his native land, bearing with him his blushing bride ; (3) The cure of dry rot in sheep; and (4) The study of Gaboroux as applied to the Irish question. 'Twas after the introduction to Fitzdoodle's muse that Peggy Frecklenose conceived a passionate love for the poet-a love that was returned with Irish impetuosity difficult to withstand.' Everything was so far arranged that Fitzdoodle had purchased an emerald ring (which in colour vied with Peggy's gentle eyes) and was on the point of " speaking to Pa," when Peggy's mother (who has to be got rid of somehow at this point ofyour story) died without a moment's notice, out of sheer an hoyance at not being allowed a role in the great Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. . Mr. Frecklenose confessed to a certain sense of vexation at the suddenness of the occurrence, for he tenderly loved his deceased wife, and spared no expense at the funeral. Now all, kis affections were to bc centres in ohis daughter, so he adopted a stern and sad countenasce, occasionally diversified by a faint "wintry smile." The grave and impetuous Fitzdoodle was not to be baulked by any such untoward event as the death of Mrs. Frecklenose. He gave way to no outward demonstration of grief, though robbed of the future watchful care of a mother- -in-law, but went straightway to Frecklenose for that worthy gentleman's consent. The fates again interposed, for the impetuous O'Brjer became suddenly aware that Peggy was loved by another another Richmond in the field. The impertinent person who dared thus to traverse his matrimonial designs was no other than Mr. Oliver Black.

·38 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. Frecklenose, to whom that gentleman was by letters recommended, instantly took him to his colonial bosom. He justly esteemed him as a customer of considerable stomachic power. S3 the othe- Richmond in the field soon became a favổured habitue of the “Kilted Opossum," much to Fitzdoodle's displeasure. Black shewed evident signs of becoming “mashed" on Peggy. He purchased her choice bouquets, composed for her a curiouslywrought acrostic, and, with an aiħorous smile, chucked her familiarly under her dimpled chin. Peggy coquetted in a business-like way with the handsome "masher," but inwardly vowed she would never, never be his' bride unless Fitzdoodle should happen to change his mind. Many and many were the glasses that Mr. Black took with the landlord of the "wintry smile," and very large indeed was the slate upon which his nightly score was marked up, until at last he ventured to declare his passion to Peggy, and then to her father, who, much to Miss Frecklenose's surprise, promptly gave his consent and his blessing, and said he considered the affair settlcd. Mr. Black was in the seventh heaven. He was admitted to the sacred precincts behind the bar; appropriated superfluous small change, and borrowed half-crowns from tka till with impunity. His active services were cven at times called into requisition in the “Bottle and Jug Department,” vhen business was brisk, and the aristocracy of St. Kilda flocked to the "Kilted Opossum." It was on one of picse occasions that open hostilities were declared between Fitzdoodle and the insinuating Oliver. Mr. O'Brier had called for a cigar, which Oliver with an obsequious smile, handed to him between thumb and forefinger, requesting to know at the same time whether he (Oliver) should " light it for him." Fitzdoodle, in reply, asked if Mr. Black objected to have his nasal organ flattened by the application of his (Fitzdoodle's) fist to that portion of his anatomy. Silence, they say, gives consent, so Mr. O'Brier, eliciting no answer, at once came to terms with the proboscis in question, and left its owner stretched upon the ground. Then, not forgetful of the better part of yalour, he disappeared without even a "good night" to the adorable Peggy. When 66 ·Luck. 39 (6 Fitzdoodle was well out of sight and hearing, Black rosc to his fcet and challenged the place in which O'Brier had stood to comc on like a man!" Having thus courageously vindicated his honour, he put on his hat and walked home. Shortly after this dreadful encounter Mr. O'Brier hada serious difference with his washerwoman. A useful item of the impetuous Irishman's anderclothing, upon which that gentleman set great storc, was missed from the weckly contingent of clean linen. On investigation he found to his horror that the missing article had been sent by mistake to his rival. Terrible thoughts flitted through litzdoodle's cxcited brain as he flew in hot haste in the direction of Kangaroo Villa to claim his property. Of the quarrel that cnsued, and the awful threat uttered by the impetuous Fitzdoodle, the gentle reader has already been informed; but who shall describe the mad rage of the Irishman when he discovered that three buttons had been wrenched from his belongings ? Who can picture it? Ask of the winds ! After this stormy interview O'Brier calmed down, and went for” Frecklenosc, spoke of his love for Peggy, and Peggy's passion for himself. The tender Peggy seconded her lover in his prayer for the paternal blessing and (we record it with tears) supplied her widowed paient with a large quantity of grog, in order to dispel the "wintry smilc," and moreover soothed his chafing spirit with a tripe supper, and a peptic and hyp optic reading from “ Sordello." The desired effect was at last produced. Oliver was anathematised, and Fitzdoodle installed in his place as the accepted lover of the devoted Peggy. When Olwer heard this (during several days he had remained in bed with generous unguents upon his injured nose), he threatened to transfer his custom to another housc. Mr. Frecklenose, in reply to this awful menace, appealed to the formidable score upon the slate (Oliver had several times obliterated this record of his liabilities), and mentioned also the strange anæmia with which the till had recently suffered, adding finally that Mr. Oliver Black was welcome to go anywhere he pleased, even to a certain region famous for its absorption and concentration of caloric. Alas! That very night Black was being ·40 The Mystery of a IVhcel-Barrow'. Trundled in a wheel-barrow towards St. Kilda-i dead and lifeless corpse ! Frank Frecklenose made his customary balance-sheet, and finding the profits of the “ Kilted Opossum” conspicuous by their absence, whirmly congratulated himself on the dismissal of his aide-de-camp. He gave a grand dinner to celebrate the event, and to afford the aristocracy. of St. Kilda an opporturfity of observing his “ wintry smile." It was a lovely evening, contposed of silver inoonlit water, distant bay, gentle breezes, with "fresh" and "salt" odours according to taste, playing around a few tropical plants (probably to keep themselves 'warm). 'The French windows which "lcd on” to the verandali “let them in." It was a grandiose and noble picture, suggested by a valentine received by the author' in the halcyon days of youth. The dinner consisted of-but we need not enumirate the various plats of the elegant menu, written in Peggy's largest round. Suffice it to say that the soup (potage aux pommes à l'Australienne) was just being removed when a late guest, arriving at that moment, ciaimed his share, with an apologe" and a smile. Being of an obliging nature, he dispensed with the usual couturt. Ad took his soup direct from the tureen, causing much amusement amongst the assembled guests by his unavailing efforts to force the ladle wholly into his mouth. “Reminds one of Oliver Twist and the brimstone and treacle spoon," said yr. Caldron, one of the greatest wits and most brilliant law:vers of all the Aðstralias. While the guests are splitting their sides at Mr: Calahop's apt comparison, we shall have time to obscruz that thc laic was Mr. Leo Tof-de-Rolleston, a young man about town, who wore unimpeachable indispensables and immaculate neckties, scribbled for the Daily Mudeler, knew everything and everybody, and was invariably ready to assert that fact. Previous to his appearance, Frank Frecklenose's guests had drifted for the seventh time into a comparative analysis of the weather, but at the aspect of "Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston the company brightened up immediately. Oliver and brimstone i" ejaculated the new-comer, as comer ·Luck. 41 he extended the empty ladle to be shaken by the eager 'outstretched "hands. “Oliver and brimstone! Poor Oliver will probably have more brimstone now than he may reasonably be expected to care about." This enigmatical speech produced the desired effect of awakening curiosity. "Any news, Tol-de-Rolly" questioned Frecklenose. "News, of course I have ; news of all sorts and colours-scandals, elopements, robberies, jobberics, burglaries, rapes, and murders." "O horrid inan!" screamed Peggy Frecklenose, a faint blush mantling on her cheek, “Haven't you heard the latest news ?" cried Leo the Irrepressible Now, as no one knew what the latest news was, it naturally follows that they couldn't say that they had. When this profound conclusion had been reduced by Mr. Caldron to syllogistic form, and finally established, Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston felt himself at liberty to communicate to the company the important piece of news locked up in his powerful brain. “Well," he said, "the wheel-barrow has yielded up its secret-the murderer is known to you all." A scream went up from the convives, and sightened eyes were everywhere turned upon each other with suspicious obliquity. "No!" said their informant ; «I didn't mean the murderer, loneant the victim." " Lor, how you do frighten one!”, simpered Peggy, ondi smiling. “I'm sure Fitzdoodle yent blue in the face." "Didni?" asked O'Bricr, innocentlye Well, I know wliom hic incans, don't you, see ; he means Black-my rival Black." “You needn't spoil a fellow's story," said Tol-de-Rollcston, in an injured tone. "How did you know? may I ask.” "I didn't know; it was merely the result of my superior intuitive perception of the tangible and intangible, abstract and concrete." Asphalte and concrete be hanged," said Tol-dc- Rolleston, impctuously "And the assassin, too," added Peggy, filled with just wrath. Black ought to have died by his own act out of ·42 The 1/rstery of Ihecl-Barren. grief for his unrequited passion, she thought. That would have been strictly in accordance with the established canons of Victorian romance. Tol-de-Rolleston continued his narrative : "A 'tective fellow, named Clawby, found it all out, Cleverest 'tective since Lecoq, don't yer know-knows everything." I'm sorry to hear it," said. Frecklenosema remark.that nobody noticed, as it is made solely with the object of mystifying the intelligent reade> of this thrilling story. Several hours were pleasantly whiled away in the discussion of the engrossing subject, but Fitzdoodle O'Brier sat moodily cracking nuts, seemingly bent on finding the whole mystery in a nut-shell. The veracious Lco now fetched from the backyard the wheel-barrow kept for the convenience of over-festive habitués of the "Kilted Opossum." He manufactured a rcalistic corpse, using for the purpose a French roll and a scrviette. He then personated in turn the honest Roysterer and the mysterious assassin. He throttled the French roll with savage energy; then, smoking a cigarette and humming the Old Hundredth," he reclcd round the table to illustrate the diabolical singfroid and buoyant spirits of the murderex? This admirable pantomime clicited the unbounded applause of the company, and a winning smile from Peggy Frecklenose. Mr. Tol.dc-Rolicston next disguised hims, lf as a 'tective, and after a close inspection of a supCosed trail, los.ding underneath the sofa, arrested several of the guests on suspicion. A cupboard containing liqueurs was subjectal to a scarching investigation. Caldron complimented the irripressible on his remarkable talcnt. The man voly murdered Black," said hc, “though a'very clever criminal indccd, and a man whose acquaintance I should csteem it an honour to claim, would very soon succumh to your detective genius, Tol de-Roſ." Lco smiled superior, while Caldron, who was a very big pot" in criminal matters, warmed to the subjcct. He cycn became epigrammatical. “The place chosen by the assassin for the committal of the crime was a yery safc one from the fact that in everyone's opinion but my own it would be a very unsafe one-which, of course, makes it all the safer, ·Luck. 43 Have you ever read Gaboreau, De Quincey, Du Boisgobey, Jeremy Benthiin, Lavater, and Emerson, and a host of other celebrated writers ? No? Very well, then, if you had, you would have known that in perpetrating a murder the more public the place the .safer the murderer. Were I at this moment to ventilate the respected » windpipe of our friend Frecklenose before your very eyes, I should, without the slightest doubt (always provided I had cuunrel possessing forensic ability and cloquence equal to my own) be pronounced 'not guilty' by an intelligent jury, and should most probably be complimented for having done an action highly beneficial to the interests of the colony. My keen insight into human nature shows me that the murderer is gifted with mental power and cunning equal only to my own. After mature ihought I have no doubt that the murderer, being a highly intellectual and far-seeing man, went through East Melbourne to Fitzroy Gardens, or else walked in an entirely opposite direction. No one was about at that time, and he did it without detection.' Caldron, at the height of enthusiasm, was ready to accept The responsidelity and the glory of the admirable murder. "I was sly, devilish sly, don't yer know," he continued. “Did I throttle the corpse with my outpuperfine hose ? Not I. Did I leave my, card with the wheelbarrow man in the event of inquiries being instituted ? Not I. Did Iep" "In the name of the law I arre-t you," said Tol-de- Rolleston, sternly placing his hand on Caldron's shoulder. “Oh, it's all right, old fellow," said Caldron, confusedly, "I dirin't do the thing, bus, reaily now, don't you think I ought to defend the murderer. I have already such a profound knowledge of his motives, such a sweet sympathy with his highly-wrought mind, that I certainly think, nay, I am sure there is no lawyer in Australia more capable of bringing about a favourable verdict." "Certainly," said Tol-de-Rolleston. . "Certainly, cerlainly," cchocd the convives. Then somebody struck up For he's a jolly good fellow," and the strain was taken up" by the detective, and finally sung in chorus by the assembled company with what dulcet tones and oral accuracy nature had endowed them.

·CHAPTER VIII. FITZDOODLE TAKÉS A RUN. . The note of harinony having been struck, the company settled down seriously to the business of mirthful song, Lenora Topweight was the first to "oblige the company. This young lady's papa happened to be no less a person than the flourishing purveyor of tripe, by appointment, to the Legislative Council, a fact which induced Mr. Tol-de- Rolleston to pay Miss Topweight the most unctuous compliments and assiduous attentions that his volatile nature would allow. She had a very pretty talent for piccolo soli, and gave “The Lost Chord" with variations. An obbligato banjo accompaniment by Mr. Tol-dc- Rolleston would have considerably enhanced the beauty of the melody, had the accompanist possessed any knowroud of the instrument; but a too-evident desire to outstrip the fair flautişt in velocity of cxccution somewhat marred the suave harmonious cadences originally devised by Sir Arthur Sullivun, and finally led to the disastrous collapse of the bank, string's, by which the imperishable “Lost Chord” was nearly lost for ever. "It's nothing but practice," said Miss Lepora Topweight, modestly hlushing and unscrewing 'ner kipsinto a wide-mouthcd smile. “ Cette bouche admirablement grande !" sighed Leo, quoting François Coppéc, and scizing the instrument, he iinprinted a passionate kiss upon its blow-hole. Then he looked up to Lenora's face and sighed anew. During this performance Peggy and O'Brier were sitting hand-in-hand. He was ashy palc, and his usually smileless face was now as long as any Cremona. The preludc-adagio appassionnata-to a cornet solo by Cerulia Topweight, a sister of the last performer, induced Fitzdoodle to seek the coolness of the verandah.

·Fitzdoodle takes a Run. 45 .) 66 (The Topweight family had a passion for wind instruments; even "papa" Topweight was a deft performer upon the bagpipes, and had made with his own hands, out of a remnant of tripe, subjected to a drying and taining process, a miniature instrument of that class, which emitted no uncertain sound.) " I'm mush bcsher now, dearsh Peggy," said Fitzdoodle, who had been strangely. affected by the performance of “The Lost Chord.” Peggy deposited him in a wicker chair, lit a cigarette, and, after a few “whiffs," puckering up her pretty mouth into a dainty smile, she handed it to her lover. Hallo, who's that tapping at the garden gate?" she suddenly exclaimed. “D- his impudence !" cried O'Brier with a start; some fellow after the clothes lines and props. Flit, flit, my sweet ; leave him to me; I'll soon settle him.” So Peggy "fitted," like a shadow, through the French window. Then Fitzdoodle set to work. Gathering a few moist lumps of clay from the adjacent flower pots, he rolled them into pellets-grape-shot, small bore, cartridge, and six-pounders ("stars of the first magnitude," he called them) “ Bother Black; wish I'd never seen him." he muttered uneasily. Then taking a pellet of minorimportance, he threw it in the direction of the watcher, who ducked, turned a somersault, and exhibited to Fitzdoodle's astonished eyes the figure of a man clad in the motley garb of a circàs clown. The intelligent reader will easily divine that it was no other than Mr. Clawby, who, with the genius of his craft, had adopted this cunning disguise. Had O'Brier conceived whnt was the mission of the parti-coloured watcher, perhaps he would have paused ere he hurled his deadly projectiles from his coign of vantage. As it was, he hurled pellet after pellet, always with the same strange result-a laugh, a duck, and then a somersault-until, at last, a six-pounder, thrown at random and consequently with more precision, found a home in the painted eye of the intruder, who, with a blessing upon the marksman, fell headlong to the ground. “How's that for eye?" muttered the soothed, but pitiless victor, as he sauntered back through the French window, ·46 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. which rattled with the last blast of Cerulia's corneta powerful effort, which had the beneficent effect of “specding the parting guest.” Ir, Clawby, always equal to any call upon his powers of dissimulation, had not adopted his present disguise without a prudent consultation with his toothbrusli, and, sooth to say, had been hig'lly elated with the notion that in choosing the motley, he' surpassed in ingenuity and audacity the highest flights of genius ever indulged in by the great Lecoq. After two days' arduous exercise, he acquired the facile saltatory grace of the accomplished clown, and dared on the evening in question to jaunter from his humble lodging, followed by all the small fry of the neighbourhood. He improvised an entertainment in Fitzroy Gardens, which brought a few tributary "coppers," in the shape of coin, and one in the shape of a policeman. So disguising his disguise in the dressinggown he carried' for that purpose, he "moved on” in the direction of the “Kilted Opossum.” The piccolo, banjo, and cornet had certainly charmed the ear of the watchful Clawby; but still he was impatient. The object "wanted” had not yet made any sign until the attackfrom the verandah had revealed Fitzdoodle's intuitive feeling of animosity. But at last Cerulia's vigorous lungs were blowing the remains of “Tannhauser" through the cornet's labyrinthian tubes and valves, and the departing guests flocked from the "Kiltçd Opossum" into the stilly sum er night. Clawby having partially recovered from the discomtiture causedø, the six-pounder, quictly awaited his assa:lant. The latter 2001, made his appearance. "Frecklenosc was hanging upon the arm of his future son-in-law, and indulged in innocent facetiæ on things in general :--"Lovely nigh' for wheel-barrow ri', ole (hic) fler-look atche moon, prapsh itsh shun- Australian 'rangement of planetsh remarkably strangsh.” 6 That'll do, old fossil," said Fitzdoodlc, roughly ; "you toddlc up to bed, and leave the sun, moon and stars to take care of theinsclves. Good night, Peggy; look after the axed and wintry one, or he'll be tumbling into the well-in search of truth." Then he kissed his fair inamorata, who glanced up at his face with the passionate light of love in her cmerald .

·Fitzdoodle takes a Run. 47 eyes, like the faint Alush of early dawn upon the first efforts of a gooseberry bush. “Ahdew, ahdew, beloved !" she murmured to his third waistcoat button; then she left Itim in order to disentangle her "papa" from the cucumber frame, ipto which he had plunged with the avowed purpose of taking *a matutinal bath in the Yarra Fitzdoodle sauntered jauntily along the esplanade until he came to the afost convenient spot for cxhibiting his manly features to the vigilant Clawby. Doffing his hat, hic saluted the world in general, and lit a cigarette " You're a remarkably good-looking young fellow," observed the detective, closely scrutinising O'Brier's features. “I can scarcely believe you did it, but as a detective of twenty years' standing, I am bound- Mr. Clawby was "left sitting," as the parliamentary reporters say ; for Fitzdoodle felt strangely annoyed, and mildly observing that, "after standing so many years, a rest would be bencficial," he had induced Mr. Clawby, by neans of a well-directed “ivory rattler” to assume a recumbcnt attitude. O'Brier, lighting a fresh cigarette, continued his walk, It was night. Therc was not a breath of winu, for the breezes (tired of chasing one anothor round Frecklcnose's flower-pots) had long since dicd'away-an atmospheric phenomenon peculiar to the Victorian climate.O'Brier, being in a perturbed state of mind, observed with close attention the picturesquc cacophony of tints displayed in the panorama that lay before him-the white waves breaking on the yellow sands, the black per jutting out into the silver sea-illuminated for the occasion by the Williamstown lights the Titanic masses of clouds lieaped one on top of the other ;" then a brilliant break in a white woof, a bit of Oxford blue sky, bcspangled with glittering stars, amongst which the serene moon " sailed,". for the ostensible purpose of “shedding down" her cola light upon a parti-coloured clown and a moon-struck Irishman in a “blue funk.” A weird, bisarre, fantastical, fairylike scene, such as & Dort would have loved, and Fitzdoodle a toujours adoré. He lighted a fresh cigarette, and continued to gaze upon the heavens, whil ·48 1 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. the motley detective turned fantastic somersaults to keep himself warm. As an experienced detective, it was plainly evident that he must attract as much attention as possible. So he followed the soiloquising, O'Brier up the picr and down the pier, trcading every now and then upon that gentleman's heels to remind hin, that he was still observed. Fitzdoodle began to show signs o displeasure, and lighted a fresh cigarette. The "dreamy"waters, rising and falling in a "glittering" rhythm, invited his confidences. "If she knew if she only knew-Oh! if she -Do, in the d-l's name, keep your nose out of my face, my good man." Clawby closed his notc-book with a sympathising sigh, simply recording in hastily improvised Pitman that Fitzdoodle's face was ghastly pale and "his brow's wrinkled angerly"-a facial distortion of colonial origin. Fitzdoodle, lighting a fresh cigarette, bethought himseh that if he lingered on the pier he might iniss the last train to East Melbourne. So striding hastily away towards the station, he threw himself into a smoking carriage and lit a fresh cigarette. The pertinacious follower was politely but firmly refuséd adinittance to the same compartment, altho' Mr. Clawby pleaded, in supplicating tones, that the great Lecoq would never have tolerated such an indignity. " Lecoq be dd, and you too !" said O'Brier, forcing the fag end of the cigarette into Mr. Clawby's injured nptic, as the train moved out of the station. The sham clown disappeared with an unearthly how, and Fitzdoodle, congratulating himself upon having at last rid iimself of the intruder, lit & fresh cigarette, and apostrophised the seats and cushions of the railway carriage in the following inanner : “ Miss Braddon's a fool compared to il. Never devised anything like it in her literary existence. The most important point in Australian murders is their resemblance or dissimilarity to those that have been plotter and executed in the fertilė brain of the novelist. Miss Braddon? Gaborcau ? Dickens ? Not in it, any of them! Murdered in a wheel-barrow-good old wheclbarrow! But, aha! I must dissemble. Can anyone know? Who could have seen me with Black that night? No one, no onci" But still, Fitzdoodle was not comfortable.

·liïtadoodle takes a hun. 49 » He rose from his seat, cxccuted a highly-finished breakclown, lay supiifc upon the cushions, threw his legs into the air, sought rclicf by rolling under the scats, lighted fresh cigarettes, but all to no purpose “ I'shaw!” he ejaculated at last, “I am safc; 'tective fellahı probably writhing upon hospital bed at the present mom- "licre we are again,” shouted Mr. Clawby, jumping through the window, aral turning a double somersault. “Here we are again-fresh as paint!" O'Bricr's brow re-wrinkled "angerly," but he uttered never a word. Arrived at his station, he leapt from the railway carriage, and fled-fled past the ticket-collector, over the barrier, up the stairs, onward; looked not to right of him, turned not to left of him, all the world wondered --wondered to see the breathless Fitzdoodle flying from the motley mountebank in the rear; wondered to see the ſugitive threading the mazes of our Melbourne streets with an eagerness denoting that "his primary object was speed ; ” wondered to see him stop dead before the Burke and Wills monument with a dazed and dreadful stare ; wondered to fce the ludicrous figure of a circus clown drop down upon the hapless Fitzdoodle from darkness and space, and execute a thoughtſul pas seul bedre the bewildered and perspiring, runaway. Mr. Clawby had taken a “short cut," and with the gifted foresight of an experienced detective had posted himself upon the monument, certain, asa student of Gaberow should be, that the criminal would be attracted by a horrible but irresistible, fascination to the place associated with his crime. "Well, chappie," chirped the detective, "come to look at the old spot? Too late for a toothful, old fellab, ain't it? Ah! you're off again, are you?" For Fitzdoodle had sprung ts his feet, and was already going at a useful pace. He hailed a hansom. no expense,” he panted to the Jehu perched behind, and away they wont. Mr. Clawby hailed another cab. “Spare no expense,” he shouted, poking his head through the trapdoor in the roof of the vehicle, by which ghastly jack-inthe-box proceeding he frightened poor cabby into space. Regaining his scat, the cabnian urged on his trusty steed “Spare ·50 The N/vstery of a IVhecl-Barrow. Away! away, rattling through the tranquil city went the two cabs, awaking from their slumbers the peaceful dwellers in our great Victorian capital. Away 1 away! all through that portion of the Melbourne Post Office Directory inscribed “Streets." Away! away! through the livelong night, until the dawn “Stood tiptoe on the miity turnip tops.” •What sport," chuckled the indefatigable experienced one, rubbing his hands; "what sport, bringing down a prime cove like this !” "Look 'ere, boss," shrieked the cabman, through the aperture in the roof, " Betsy's cast three shoes, and 'er off 'ind leg's been stuck thro' the splash-board this last 'alf hour. If you aint got spavins, git out an' dror the bloomin' cart yourself," “On, on, caitiff," yelled Mr. Clawby, thrusting a liberal I.O.U. through the trap-door. But a thunderous crash echoed through the "blue silence." Fitzdoodle's cab had collapsed! Jehu was stretched 'on thc wheci, while the sind quarters of his "red roan steed" emerged from the roof in defiance of all known regulations as to vehicular traffic. And Fitzdoodle? He was already far ahead-examining the chaste statuary in the Treasury Gardens-Venus Vitrix holding the apple in her hand (Mr. Clawby took this to be a costly advertisement of l'ears's soap); Diana, with her wistful-Icoling hound at her feet (whom the experienced detective imagined to be a statue commemorating the establishment.pf the cats' and dogs' mcat industry in our colony); and Bacchus and Ariadne (whom Mr. Clawby thought were a couple of holdi young things, evidently no better than they ought to be). It is strar.ze how great minds, though intent on noble onds, can be diverted by such a trivial spectacle as that of il young couple carved in stone, and whose linc:1 draper's bills niust have been very modest indeed. So thought Mr. Clawby as he scampered after the fugitive. Nothing daunted, he followed "his man' over fivc-barred gates, through brier and bramble, leaving bit by bit his particolourerl raiment behind him, so that he hid fair to rival, ·Fitzdoodle takes a Run. 51 in scarcity of clothing, the statues he had despised. He plodded on, till at last Fitzdoodle, glancing furtively around, slid up Powlett Street, and stopped breathless at his own door. The watchful Clawby fell upon his knecs, with an invocation to the shade of the immortal Lecoq; then he rose and walked silently home, embraced his beloved toothbrush, and wept for joy.

·PUBLIC LIBRANT MAJU, HÓW RAHU MAJU Estd. 1902, CHAPTER IX. CRICKS 1.VI) CRÅCKLES. "MR. FitznoODLE O'BRIER, are you or are you not going to lend me that half-dollar?" said Oliver Black, seated comfortably in Fitz's favourite arm-chair. The person to whom this immoderate demand was addressed iurned in his bed, placed his nose firmly against the wall, and replied only by a groan. "What !" continued the unwelcome visitor, after a pause of expectancy," what! do you mean to say that after having had the questionable taste to polish me off in a common wheel-barrow to suit your own convenience, without allowing me so much as twenty-fourcours' notice to square my worldly accounts, say "Good-bye" to Peggy, and" " Hasy dáre you," began O'Brier, starting up. But a glance at his visitor was sufficient. Fitzdoodle hastily sheltcrcd himself under the bed-clothes. Obscrve, my friend," Black resume, rising and approaching the bed, "that I expect from'you some small modicum of courtesy after the great inconvenience you have put me to." And deftly removing the sheets and blankets, Vr. Black got into bed with his unwiding host, leaving his lous 'standing in the middle of the rooin. “Yes, I can quite conceive,” 'ne went on, with surprising calmness-"I can quite conccive tiat a bed-fellow consisting of a part of a corpse of your own fabrication must be in a certain measure a most unwelcoine onc. Now, if it were a cold and wintry night instead of a kind of vapour bath d la moustique (we commonly talk French, in-erthe place I come from), you might have been agrecably surprised at my warmth of body. Feel I" Fitzdoodle uttered an unearthly yell, as Black gently tweakcd his nose, and the discarded legs executed a danse macabre.

·Cricks and Craikles. 53 "Is it always as warm as that down there ?» asked Fitzdoodle, with evident aların, while he tenderly caressed his nose. “Wal, friend," replied Mr. Black, "I wouldn't like to Mislead you, but I should say I'm just an icicle compared with what you'll be.”. (Here Mr. Black's legs, after setting to partners, enjoyed a hårty galop round the room.) “You may have than half-dollar, Oliver," said Fitzdoodle, meekly, "only-only put in a word for me down there with regard to with regard to-er-Peggy; she's rathes delicate, Oliver, and the hot weather doesn't usually agree with her.” “Don't be anxious on that scorc; I shall make her my special care." Prodding Fitzdoodle jocularly in the ribs, Mr. Black rose, resumed his legs, and with a grim smile upon his ghastly face, as he watched the contortions of his host, prepared to take his leave. “Ta-ta, old chappie," said Black, airily; "I shall drop in again to-morrow night. Ta-ta." Mloved with sudden rage, Fitzdoodle wrinkled his brow very angrily, and just as the door was opening with a ghostly creak, he seized a slipper and flung it with a mighty effort at the retreating shape. A shriek, ä сlatter of china, and Fitzdoodle awoke. Oh, Mr. O'Brier !-got 'em again ?" cried a familiar voice. Fitzdoodle rubbed his eyes. “Good leavens, what's up, Mrs. Crackles?" He sank back yvith a groan. There lay the slipper to remind him of his horrid vision. There stood his weeping landlady, at whose unoffending head the missile had been hurled; and there on the door lay the ruins of his matutinal meal. "Oh, Mrs. Crackles, Mrs. Crackles, what a precious existence I'm going to lead if this sort of thing is going to happen frequently! Did you lock the front door last night, Mrs. C.?" Why, lord love you, sir," said the astonished lady, you didn't never get 'omne not till the crack o' dawn wich I s'posed you was out high-falutin' with that there painted clown as I saw a follerin yer up the street, like ilie ghost of my great-grandfather's uncle's father on my .

·54 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. mother's side, as follered him continual, night an' day, a-askin' of 'im to give 'im back the shirt'e' lcnt 'im when 'e went to the christenin' of my aunt's fos.cr-brother's grandmother's half-sister's grand-nephew-which makes 'im my cousin severial times removed, the last time with hintluenza, wich he took thro' sleepin' on a damp bed, wich I mean the front garden bed, containing early spring onions, owin' to drink, wich my father's cousin's greataunt cut up in small pieces in id dish of Hirish stoo." Crick! Crick ! Fitzdoodle's landlady had “run down," for which the gentle reader of this remarkable romance may thank his lucky stars. Mrs. Crackles was one of the dry and chippy specimens of hunian mechanism, such as exist only in our free and rising colony. She was even much drier than Mr. Rider Haggard's She must have been a few moments after the Pillar of Life. had refused to renew her lcase. Her flesh and skin, in complexion and texture, vied with the epicarp and sarcocarp of an aged grey pea. Considered as a comestible, the "anthropophagi" would have spurned her, though as fuel for their characteristic' cuisine they would have hailed her with delight. In the days of her more sappy youth she had undergone the delicate operation of tracheotomy, which, though mainly successful in preserving her from the pangs of the Destroyer (ood old pangs!), left something to be desired, inasmuch as the silver tube insinuated into the windpipe of thi., dry female by Dr. Shinbone (the well-known surgeon dentist), contained a fine disused molar. It has been conjectured that this trophy di dental skiil had been surreptitiously inserted by the “buttons” uf our emineri practitioner, previous to the introduction of thegube; but, conjecture what one may, it remains a fact that the tooth in question played the same rôle in Nirs. Crackles's windpipe as a pea in a whistle. Upon the slightest approach to loud elocution, or excessive emotion, up flew the tooth with a crick ! crick ! and the reader is rclcased from an engrossing recital of the multitudinous experiences and strange ramifications of the Crackies family: Fitzdoodle, thankful for that unnatural full stop, requested Mrs. Crackles to withdraw. Then unfolding ·Cricks and Crackles, 55 66 the morning's Daily Muddler, he turned to the latest report concerning the whcel-barrow mystery. A clue ! Shey've got a clue !” he cried, in horror, his brow re-wrinkling as before. “I must be up and away- (iny trowsers, where are tlity ?) They shall never, never know what I know. Oh, Peggy! Peggy! (I'll put on a clean shirt-hang the expense 1) I know how you would pity me, your own Fitzdoodle," he cried, the passionate icars starting from his eyes. "(Hang that old Crackles; I wish she'd sew my tuitton on.) Oh, if it should ever come off, I am a ruined inan! (My necktie !- feels like putting my head in a noose-- the latest noose-good joke, ch? tồ spring on 'em at the 'Kilted 'Possuin.') Noi that clown fellow, though he was inquisitive, can never have tracked me to my diggings. O Peggy! Peggy :-Bah! I am a fool. (My hat, my gloves 1) They can nevah, nevah suspect Fitzdoodle O'Brier." Wiping away his transient tears, he pulled the bell. " Jirs. Crackles," he said, as soon as that dry person appeared, “I am going to the usual place"--with a naughty wink-"S' Kilda, you know-er-i-er shouldn't be home, don't 'spect me, don't yer know." “Yes,' said Mrs. Crackles, dryly. By-th-byc, old Frecklenose 'n' Peggy amir heah 10 lca, don't yer know. Had quite forgotten. Funny pr'ceerling, bring Frecklenose 'n' Peggy all way from S'Kildah for sake of cup tea, don't yer know; but suits exigencies of the nov list, d you see?" “ Wich I sce quite plain, as my uncle's sponsor wrote a novil as 'e desecrated to 'is mother-in-law, wich was known by the name of The Old Ruin ; ór, Blarsted . " Which you mean "Blighted Affections, Mrs. Crackles," inicrposca O'Brier. “ Wich I don't mcan nothink of the kind." “Well, never mind what you mean, crick up, old parchment, crick up !" Crick! Crick! went the anhydrous lady, as if in obredience to the command. She shook her sapless fist in Fitzdoodle's face, wid, as he turned and Acd, cricked again in very scorn. A stranger approached the housc. He was of a portly ·56 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. and genial aspect-altogether a very comfortable-looking - species of homicide-ginus family doctor Dusting the bell handle with his glove, he rang the bell. krs. Crackles reccived the stranger, with an inhospitable crick! " I'm pleased, madam, to see you looking so well this mo.ning. I am Mr. Clavby, the cleverest detective in Melbourne, madam, and I am disguised as a family doctor, in order to conceal ny designs. Be good erfough to let me see your tongue-juit for form's sake, you know. Hum-m'yes-rather furred. A camomile pill, Mrs. Crackles, will set you right, I think. Your-erliver needs a mild corrective." "Wich it's like your outrageous himpudence to hinterfere with my hinternal arrangements." Dr. Clawby was thinking that a dose of sulphuric acid would be hardly sufficient to cause any organic disturbance within the desiccated lady before him, when his reflections were cut short by a loud crick i "Ah! m'yes, thought so," said hc, gravely ; slight derangement of the syntax owing to parenthetical hypothesis. Rub the sine qui non with linscid tea, and put your feei in medius res, bis in die, madairi, bis in die." “ Wich I'd rub anythink, doctor, only I don't know where'l then lon; words is situated." Mrs. Crackles glanced apologetically,down her brittle form, and cricked again. "N'importe, my dear madam, can you give ine any precise information as to the state of Jir. O'Brier's liver? If you will allow me to step into his room we could talk more privately upon the matter." Mrs. Crackles cricked approval, and led thir way to lier lodger's sanctum sanctorum. Now', my dear Mrs. Crackles, is Mr. Fitzdoodle regular in his habits? Do you allow him the inestimable privilege of a latch-key?" "Well, doctor, 'e's that regular in 'is 'abits as I ginerally find 'is slippera or 'is boots in bed a-mornin's three times a week, wich reminds me of my grandfather-> Crick! M'yes, and his morals?” saie Dr. Clauby, with a playful smile, and a dig at Mrs. Crackle's ribs. She replied only by a brittle wink, whereat the doctor .

·Cricks and Crackles. . 57 > laughed, and Mrs. Crackles laughed, till the doctor went into convulsions, and Mrs. Crackles cricked hysterically. ." I sec, Mrs. C.," said the doctor, "you have a profound knowledge of human nature that Balzac or Gaboroo might have envied. Your kitchen clock is slow, is, it not?" "Wich it may be,” said Mrs. Crackles, suspiciously; "how did you know?" “You admit it then," said Mr. Clawby. "O triumph of detective skill! Madam, my knowledge of the fact was intuitive, and in strict compliance with the exigencies of the remarkable romance in which you play a rôle. Last Thursday, I presume, Mr. Fitzdoodle didn't come home till Friday?" continued Dr. Clawby, epigramatically. "Just so, doctor. I was in the kitchen lookin' for the loocifers, wich I allus keep aside my bed in case of a houtbreak of fire or thieves. I found 'em at last, and struck onc, and the clock struck two, just as Mr. O'Brier comes in. I harsked 'im kinder gently to put that therc clock right, and didn't he just get on the table an' wind Hat long and round an' round like a organ-grinder, and il -whistlin'. "Something went wrong with the works, ' just like my sister's third, when-Crick! “The very man !" cried Dr. Clawby, agitating the "darbies" in his pocket medicine-chest. At that moment, according to tñc exigencies aforesaid, there was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Crackles crickedi away to answer it, lettving Mr. Clawby in possession of the room. The room was exquisitely furnished. Two-and-sixpenny chromes avant l'epreuve, (bearing the autograph of the President of the Art Sociсty of N. S. W.) everywhere abounded. The bed was in excellent taste (Mr. Clawby tried the spring mattress), and there was a writing-table under the window, which, according to a custom prevail. ing in our free and rising colony, was covered with papers. There was ift time to waste, as Mrs. Crackles might return at any moment, so Mr. Clawby spent halfan-hour apostrophising the portrait of Peggy Frecklenose, which stood in its plush frame on the mantel-shelf. Underneath the picture Mr. Clawby found the following inscription in Fitzdoodle's handwriting . .

·58 The 1/ystery of a IVhcel-Barrow. .. 3 "Not for thee, obnoxious Black, Shine these softly slanting eyes! Never to thy three-pair back Wilt thou wile my peerless prize 1" Sir. Clawby, with a sig!, turned away from the portrait of “ Pegsy in a Plush Frame." His attention was, attracted by a fawn-coloured dressing-gown and a soſt hat hanging behind the door. The very man," cried the doctor. There were several things in the pockets of the dressing-gown, but the hat contained nothing worthy of men- O triumph! there, in the pocket of the gown, was the missing right-hand glove: Of course Fitzdoodle had worn that dressing-gown since the night of the murder, but nothing-oh, nothing-would ever have induced him to destroy that interesting clue! The exigencies of the novelist would never, never permit it. “It must have been with the keenest sensation of pain that Mr. Fitzdoodle parted with the chloroform bottle," said Mr. Qawby, when Mrs. Crackles returned. “Wich I don't know what you mean, dector, owin' tu the exigencies-" Crick! "If our friend should return to-cay," said Mr. Clawby, blandiy, " be good enough to tell him I should recommend him, as a friend, to try a cold compress of liempan excellent thing for a stiit neck; for his wrists, a little friction of steel will go him good." “Wich I won't fail to tell him," said Mrs. Crackles, bowing the doctor out, "as I suffers from my throat myself, tho' all (ne 'angin' in the world fou dii't make no compression on me, owin' to the toobe wich is hinside like my brother's wiſe's first as swallared a tin whistic wich my uncle's godfather what was a great mugician left as a legacy to my late'husband's second sister's Crick! Ere Mrs. Crit:kles cricked again, a warrant for the arrest of Fitzdoodlı, O'Brier on a charge of murder was placed in the hard.: of the experienced detective of twenty years' standing, n ) ·CHAPTER X. THE CUSHION. OF TRIBULATION. Tout-Melbourne was "doing the Block” in Collins Street, just as Tout-Paris and Yout-Londres "do" the Block in Hyde Park and the Bois de Boulogne, only with this difference: the Victorian dog-days were ever so much more canicular than those known to Tout-Paris or Tout-Londres, so that Tout-Melbourne, sweltering bencath the sun, felt like being "Blocked and Ironed while waiting. Tout-ellelbourne, then, was bowing and nodding and chatting in the modern happy way, just as "sweet Catullus" did in the ancient Appian Way, when he and Horace backed Virgil against Bathyllys to fight three rounds Inder the rules of Queenberrius, to the infinite delight of certain Lesbian ladies belonging to the demi-monde of Tout-home. It hath becn noticed that just as the Cimex lectularius, at the first smile of the summer sun, steps forth from his winter home into the full front of day, so, under the same seductive infidences, do the Victorian ladies put on bright raiment, and face the fascinating dangers of the block, making the street like unto a "restless rainbow." From a poetical and peptic point of view it was a lovely, animated scene. Peggy and Fitzdoodle, of course, were being blocked and ironed amongst the rest. Miss Frecklenose was engaged in the delightful occbpation of shopping, and Fitzdoodle was her attendant knight and parcel-bearer. As he stood outside the busy establishanent of Messrs. Melton Mowbray & Co., paticntly waiting his inamorata, he wore the meek apologetic air of the beast of burden. The parcels he carried {vere numerous and interesting. Within those wrappers of many colours an unscrupulous investigator might have found candles, sugar, soap, ·60 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. knitting-wools, cheese, hair-pins, pomatum, and early green peas-not to speak of a peculiarly-constructed piece of mechanism like unto an eel-trap, which Fitzdoodle divined was a so-called "dress improver." "And more to come," mused the woe-begone young man, growing inpatient. At that mon.ent Peggy emerged from Melton Mowbray's emporium, bearing a package of appalling size, " What in the name of wonder have you got there?" cried O'Brier. “Don't ask questions, dearest Fitz, but carry it,". answered Peggy, with a winning smile. " But what is it?" said the alrcady overladen lover. "It is a cushion, love," said Peggy, gravely. “Knowing, by some strange intuitive fecling, that fate, and the exigencies of the romance in which we play so terrible a part, will require of ine to bend my knees in supplication, in prayer, in grief, in gratitude, at least three or four times in every chapters I have made this useful purchase. Are you satisfied, my darling ?" “Quite, my own. Now let's take a 'bus to S'Kilda.” "Oh, but we've got to call for pa at the Dressing-Gown Club." "Very well, I'm glad of it ; he can carry the green peas and the-er-mouse-trap." Peggy glanccd up at hiin with a blush. Frank Frecklenose «vas addressing a group of club men on the roubject of the wheel-barrow mystery. He had gained notoriety from the fact that he had been frequently scen with the murdered man, himself a member of the Dressin;-Gown Club. “Damn that wicel-barrow business,"showed Fitzdoodle, his impetuous Irish mature getting the better of his usually gentle manncrs. Freckicnosc glanced at the speaker in astonishment. 'Twas not usual, he hazardled, for gentlemen of the Dressing Gown Club to address their future fathers-in-law in a manner involving the use of the imperative mooel of tbe verb “to damn," whether active or reflective. “That'll do, ancient. Peggy's waiting below. You're coming with us to my diggings to tea. Take hold of these parcels, old 'un-green peas and candles, and mind the greasc," ·The Cushion of Tribulation. 61 Isn't it rather unusual, my dear Fitzdoodle, to take tea at one o'clock ?” " It may be, antique boss, but the 'exigencics—" “() damn the exigencies !". "It is not usual, sir," retorted O'Bricr hastily, "for antiquated persons belonging to the Dressing Gown Club to address their prospective sons-in-law in a marfner necessitating the employment of words calculated to compel the hair of an owl's egg to rise in "holy horror." They had now joined Peggy. Frecklenose and Fitzdoodle jent "Tommy Dod" for a hansom, and the trio drove towards East Melbourne. Mr. Frecklenose engrossed the attention of the young people by a learned disquisition on Scriptural drama, in which he confessed to the opinion that Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were natives of Melbourne, and the "fiery furnace" was an allegorical symbol for the Victorian dog-days. They arrived at their destination just as Mr. Frecklenose was discussing the matter from Abednego's point of view. Tlie lovers left the controversialist in the middle of a highly-flavoured dispute with the cabman, and went in-doors. Mrs. Crackics cricked right inerrily. There was no Ica ready, the guasts having arrived several hour, before the appointed time ; but the willing Peggy supplied the dcficicncics of Me.Crackles's larder from her own store. “ Wich should have made a cake," apologised M Crackles, "ony that useless'brat of a girl went an' used all the carraway sceds for Keating's powder. Thin bread and buttar, then, was the staple commodity, and Peggy did full justice to the meal. As her hands wandered among the cups and saucers-a quaint collection of crockery, whose principal beauty consisted in its bizarre dissimilitude of patterns-Fitzdoodle gazed upon her with tearful affcction. “If she knew all," he said to himself," would she be drinking my two-and-eightpenny Moning Congou with such sweet complacency?” Then a briny tear dropped upon the water-cress. Frank Frecklenose, too, as he looked fondly at his daughter's ·62 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. deftly-moving hands, thought of his late wife, and added a salt tear to his chcering cup. "Well, you're just a couple of funerals," said Peggy, as if there wasn'tucnough hot water in your tea already, pa!" And she helped herself again to thin bread and butter. "I'm afraid," she continued, during the process o mastication, "I'm afraid you are not students of the Victorian cdition of Shakespeure's 'Midsummer Night's Drcam.' “O yes, I am," said Fitzdoodle, waylaying a tear with his cambric; "Titania stung to death by inosquitoes and widowed Oberon on staff of Sydney Bulletin. That's it, ain't it?" “Yes," said Mr. Frecklenose, "and Bottom arrested for sheep-stealing, and Puck, with his wings clipped, reduced to writing shilling dreadfuls i la Gabnroo. I prefer De Quincey's Iurder as a Fine Art.'” Fitzdoodle shivered, and dashed his costly China teatcup at an adjacent chromo. "Dulce est desi pere in loco," said he, in explanation of this proceeding: In such gentle and edifying converse 'the trio chased the flying hours, until Persy, having transferred the whole of the thin bread and butter from the plate into liersclf, suggested an adjournment. Fitzdoodle proposed to dine at the “Kilted Opossum," and give them a reading from Gaborault. Ai that moment Mrs. Crackles's high-pitched organ was heard in uportentous crepitations and cricks, and the door was throwr. violently open, admitting Mr. Clawby's gencrous forım, Sollowed by another gentleman of persuasivc mien li Mr. Clawby, after a lengthened debate with his toothbrush, had at first decided to dispense with disguise as superfluous, but the innate detective genius had prevailed, and he had disguised himself in liquor for the occasion. Fitzdoodly Brier, I 'rest Fitzdool Bricr in Queensh name !" he said, advancing unsteadily towards Frank Frecklenose. Pegsy shrieked aloud. For what?" said O'Brier, with a stern voice, as he crept proudly under the bed. Murder it ish," said Mr. Clawhy, jocosely; "Oliver ·. The Cushion of Tribulation. 63 Black--you know, no kid !” he added, slipping the darbies on Mrs. Crackles's wrists, outstretched in anguish. “Wich I never sloo nothink in my life save a litter o' pups wich my sister- Crick! i'cgxy hastily untied the parcel containing her newlypurchased cushion, and throwingöherself at the foot of the bedstead, “O my darling," she cricd, "I love you more now tlfan ever ! Come out, my Fitź! It is not true! It is not true!" "My leggy," cried the invisible O'Brier tenderly, and his voice sounded strange and stuffy. "Awng! Peggy," cried Mr. Frecklenose, “there is nothing between you and that man now." “Yes there is; there's this confounded bedstead. Come out, my dcarest!" Mr. Clawby had by this time relcased Mrs. Crackles, and handcuffed and then liberated his assistant. Finding litzdoodle inclined to remain where ho was, the party assembled, by their united efforts, launched the bedstead on an experimental journcy round the room, but our hero, by means of well-judged quadrumanous movements, kept pace with the strategic peregrinations of the enemy. . Mr. Clawby, losing patience as well as equilibrium, at length proposed to "shmoke out theneiny," and the company having acquiesced, this hostile operation comnienced. Mr. Frecklenose, armed with a firebrand of brown paper, attacked the enemy in the rear, wþile the experienced detective and his assistant poured in upon the flanks of the besieged a deadly volume of tobacco smoke from an improved battery of "churchwardens." These warlik tactics, however, were not immediately successful, and had not Mr. Frecklenose accidentally fired the stronghold, the enemy would have given the besiegers a lot of trouble. Mrs. Crackles, cricking with terror at the threatened destruction of her excellent bedding, seized the water-jug and dashed its contents upon the devastating flames, just as Fitzdoodle, also tcrrified by the conflagration, had decided upon a determined sortie. As Mirs. Crackles threw cold water upon ille proceeding, Fitzdoodle yielded to the besiegers-though not ingloriously. Peggy," he cried, "I am now a prisoner, perhaps a ·64 The Mystery of a Whil-Barrone. doomed man. But because I am innocent of the crime of which I am accused, I yield ! Peace! microcephalous imbecile," he added, with a noble yestwic, turning to Clawby, “I surrendah!” The experienccä detective dropped a tear of compassionate grief as he slipped the bracelets on Fitzdoodle's Wrists. Peggy bade licr lover ar. affecting “Ahdew !" and the party moved away to the slow music of Mrs. Crackle's most emotional cricks; then, arranging her cushion of. tribulation at her father's feet, Peggy dropped prone upon his most troublesome corn, and fainted away.

·CHAPTER XI. C “HE POILED IT!" . HOWEVER horrible and atrocious the wheel barrow murder might be, it had the beneficial eficct of cstablishing the supremacy of the Melbourne evening newspapers over all other journals of the kind. Not even the London Sher or thic Pall Mall Gazette could have invented a more blood-curelling contents bill than that produced by the 1/elbourne Moonshine. Twenty-four cditions were issued crc Fitzdoodle had reached the prison door. Flimsies from our imaginative l'ictorian Aporters poured into news oflices in such prolusion that three subeditors, at their wits' end, were conveyed to the nearest lunatic asylum. The following is the contents bill referred to displayed in "sensational typo”-a special fount reserved for murder and divorce cases:-- . THE APPALLING WITEEL-1ARROW CRIME. The'Dastardy Murderer run to Earth, Tite Assassin's Retreat. 1 Desperate Resistance. The Passionate Pleadings of his Betrothed. Bravery and Magnanimity of the Great Clawby. Proposed offer of : Baronetcy. 17th Special Edition. One Shilling Edition de Luxe, Two Shillings and Sixpence. The next day the "Kilted Opossum" was besieged by customers thirsting for information, beer, and spirits. 5 ·+ 66 The lystery of IVheel Burroir. Peggy was the cynosure of all cyes. In a conversation she had with her father, it was resolved to increase the price of spirits in the bar parlour, and to subject the malt liquors to a mors whole-hearted baptism than that usually deemed expedient by the Excise authorities. But in the midst of these inomcntous arrangements Peggy did not forsake her lover. Her impassioned cloquence, seconded by a judicious liberality of measure, recured many a convert to her belief in, Fitzdoodlc's innocence. But Mr. Frecklenose seemed less favourably inclined. towards the accused. “If," he said to the assembled customers, with ponderous impressiveness" if he was not with Black that night he must have been 'elstwhere." Then, after the chorus of assent had subsided, he added, That means that he must set up an alibi." "O, pa, I'm sure he would set up as anything, even in the cattle-wash line, if only for my sake," urged poor Pepsy. Mr. Frecklenose assumed his "wintry smile" at this reference to the foundation of his fortune. “ Fitz was here on the night of the murder," Peggy continued, "and didn't leave till hours after Black; and you know, pa, hrw Fi:z went away, and how you went to bed that night, when you took the clock case for the income-tax collector, and struck him in the pendoolum." “ Yes, dear, yes,". interposed Mr. Frecklenose, snappishly. "I remember almost everything. But I have done what I can for O'Brier. I have engaged Caldron to defend him, and," he added, with a tremulous voice, the tears gathering in his eyes, " and I've wiped his score off the slate!' "My darling father," crid Peggy, "I did not know to what lengths your love and affec ion would go ! " Meanwhile Fitzdoodle pined in dungeon dire. "Let the last of the O'Briers perish rather than slio should know know what I know. I will rather die the death of a dog avithout a sigh, upon the scaffold without a regret. A smile shall ripple o'er my face. If so be, if so be the exigencies of the Fitzdoodle's monologue was iiterrupted by the entrance of Caldron, the eminent lawyer. Macduff Caldron had a kindly heart, but an cnpty bricf-bag. He was already ·" Ile Boiled It!" 67 ; famous as a legal luminary at the bar---the bar of the "Kilted Opossum”—and had settled several knotty questions at law amongst the habitués of that noted house, but had generally consumed his fess on the premises. Here, at last, was an opportunity to gain general notoriety. “None of your twopenny.halſpenny poker murders," he mused ; "none of your trumpery cases of poisoning with the filings of a brass candlestick, but a good Gaboriooxlike, cleverly devised murder, resulting in a chloroformed corpse served up in a rich sauce of circunstantial evidence. I am a made man !" So this kind-hearted, disinterested lawyer walked into Fitzdoodle's cell, and took the prisoner affectionately in hand. I have come to you," said Caldron, "at the instigation of pa Frecklenose, as to your defence." “I should imagine pa Frecklenose, after my remarkably strange behaviour, thought me guilty. I have been doing everything in my power to hatch up a terrible case against myself, and my best friends seem to believe me innocent i Confounded shame, isn't it, Caldren? What does Peggy say?" "To her you are pure as an unwashen babe." “Good old Peggy," murmured Fitzdoodle. " And the world of Melbourne-what does it sały ?" "Believes you to be as black as the victim," said the great lawyer, smiling at his pun. "Jer mer inock doo hang deeratong,'' cried O'Brier, with Parisiah purity of accent. "Yes, ofacouse, wee, wee-;-certennimong-wee, wee, quite agree with you," observed Caldror, with practised linguistic case. " But that's not exactly the most useful line of defence. Suppose we adopt the plea of insanity, now? a most plausible defence." “Yes, I have a good chance there," said Fitzdoodle, sadly, "but I'd sooner lose my head upon the scaffold." “Only a very trifling effort is necessary," pleaded Caldron, in a kindly way. “No? Well, now, suppose we plead justifiable homicidę ?” suggested the astute lawyer. “ Can't very well do that," answered the prisoner, 'sccing that I never homicided the man." "Ah, to be sure, I had lost sight of that,” said Caldron, I ·+ 66 3 are. 68 The Mistery of a IVheel-Burnii. abstractedly, as he made a memorandum of the fact. “I have it-suppose we plead the exigencies, of the No? Well, I must admit the case is an interesting one You could set up ar. alibi-nci, couldn't you?" "I could, but I won't ; it's so mean, don't yer know, after getting into such a deuce of a mess for the sake of a shilling dreadful. No! )* Siili-je reste, mongthair." ; • Yes, yes, wel, wee, pom de tare pret a lahº batto t'apour. Quite so, quite so; still, you see, I am bound to get up a defence, io save appearances." Mr. Caldron now produced pens, ink, and paper, and a little book called Counsel's Vale Vecum, an elementary catechism for the use of barristers, with glossary and key. "Vow, then, to work. 2. Where were you last seen with the co-respondent? No; that's 'Divorce.' Wait a moment ! Forgery,' Kleptomania.' 'Where did you tirst kiss her?' No, that's Abduction. Oh! here we Murders'-sub-division, Wheelbarrow Crimes.' How did you leave the deceased ?' llcre we are ; now then, question and answer, briefly :-- Q. How were you dressed when you committed the marder? "I didn't commit the murder, you brainless maniac; can't you understand that." “llei, aile, perfectly ; but we'll take the questions as they come-it's the usual practice, don't yer know?” 2.-When did you leave home on the night of the crime ? A.- Don't know, ().- Where did you go: 1.-To the Dressing Gown Club. 9.-When did you Icave, and in what condition ? 1.- I didn't Icave. "Follow the book, please." "I tell you I didn't leavc. I was assistant to the door, and politely requested-you know-suaviter in modo, fortiter in re." "Oh yes, I know V--wee wee; rather hard hittcr in the rear. But follow the book, please; there's a good prisoner, now then." Q.-In what condition? (Mem.-Do not insist upon this question when reticence is shown). cence is shown). "All right."

·(G He Boiled It!" 69 t l.-Where did you go? A.-Elsewhere. l.-Whom did you meet there? A-Somebody. Q.-Female? A.-What's that to do with you? “Do follow the book ; it'll save a lot of trouble, don't yer see; the question is, female ? Now then-" A.- Perhaps. Q.-Where did she take you? "Look here, old chap, I'm not going to tell you where she took me for all the Vade Mccums in the world. The exigencies." “There, you see," said Caldron, triumphantly. “I knew there was a woman in the case-you sly dog!” Here Caldron winked. “Pretty kind of alibi, ha, ha! Sally in our alley, by Jove! Hal ha! ha!” Caldron exploded again and again with triumphal mirth, He! he he! now, then, ha! ha! ha! Hang it! I've lost the place. Obtaining goods under false pretences,'-Hal hal hai here we are. Q.--What was her name? A.-Can't tell you. “Then, of course, you know ?" " Yes." “And you refuse to tell ?” Quite right." “That's al? right, so far. Now, let's turn to another set . of questions." “But what is it all leading, to ?” exclaimed the prisoner, impatiently "I don't really know; I suppose we shall get at something soon." 2.- Who is your favourite author ? A.--Galeroo. "That's a strong point in your favour O'Brier," said Caldron, making a mern. "I think we can dispense with the Vade Mecum. But what shall I ask him next?" he muttered to himself. Now," he went on, addressing the prisoner, “I can pretty well guess what you did up to a certain point-what did you do next?” “Find out, Caldron. I treated the corpse kindly-you 2 .

·70 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. know from the papers how kind I was ; how I called for a four-wheeler; how astonished I was when I found it was only a one-wheeler ; how I expressed my disgust when I found the corpse in such a higily reprehensible condition ; how I left him in consequence, and — " Well ?" And went elsewhere “ Where?" " Ask me another." "H'm--what shall I ask hiin now ?* thought the ' lawyer. "Oh, anything. Did you know he had it on him?" Did he have it on him ? " shrieked Fitzdoodle, turring pale as a ghost." Then he did boil it, after all! Ö Peggy! Peggy! he boiled it!-he boiled them !-he boil- Then Fitzdoodle rolled upon the floor, and took large mouthfuls of his mattress. Then he stood upon his head and tied his legs into knots. His grief was terrible to behold. Caldron, went to the door, summoned a warder, placed twopence in his palm, and whispered-"A pill, I think, will set him right-the right sort, mind, the right sort !" » ·CITAPTER XII. THE CORDIAN KNOT. THE aristocratic families of Melbourne, whose forefathers the early dwellers in the colony-had no very enviable characters to keep unspotted from the world, were justly proud to have nourished in their midst á murderer in whosc veins coursed the blood of an ancient line of kings. (Fitzdoodle XIX. was a contemporary of King Solomon, and co-director, with that wise monarch, of King Solomon's mines.) The ladies of Melbourne, whose grandsires had come over with the Conqueror convict ship, B2), screamed with delighted horror when they learned who was the murderer; and the members of the Dressing-Gown Club," in the block," ostentatiously arrayed themselves in their dressing-gowns and soft hats --the costume worn by the popular young assassin when he committed the crime. Èverybody was charmed. Dishes were invented by Victorian she's, and christened in the criminal's name-Pate de Lapin à la Brouette O'Brier; Fricas.re d'Aliouettes d la Fitsioodle, Glaces luudanisées au Cadavre ile St. Kildaire and so on. And the meal of "Ahin bread and butter and Souchong," taken at ill burs of the day by the huppés du hig'-life, was henceforth.falled "doing Fitzdoodle," pn account of the staple topic discussed at those repasts. One young man of "literary tendencies" (a student of Gabiorio) was so struck with the "dramatic capabilities of the affair," that he forthwith fellº to the composition of a shilling dreadful, calculated to take the starch out of all other competitors for the Government prize. A profound knowledge of the works of Gabberroo is indeed an acquirement affording immeasurable advantages. Meanwhile, Caldron was doing a round of churches and chapels of every sect, gathering materials for his defence, and was greatly interested to hear representative ·. The Alystery of a Icel-Barrow. divines proclaim each one the sca-worthiness and safety of his own particular ark. Caldron was inspired. • Happy thought," he murmured to himself, “ Fitzdoodle, Admiral of Fleet of Arks, gone to review ficet on night of murder! An Arkitectural Allibi, by Jove ! Quite original think about it." And he made a pencil mem. upon his forensic shirt-cuff. Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston was now to be scen at various social gatherings in various strange disguises, which said inuch for the ingenuity of that young man's mind. He had founded an Amateur Deiective Club under the distinguished patronage of Mr. Clawby; also an diening class for the elucidation of the more claborate mystcrits of Gabbero. “Sure Fitz didn't kill Black," he would say to his circle of lady admirers, as he stood in their midst, his volatile little person disguised in the folds of a Roman toga, “Then, do tell es who did !" cried the ladies in chorus. "Aha! there's the rub," Tol-cie-Rolleston would say itciously reply, striking an attitude. "Only known to the *tective minul. If I was only real instead of 'stinguished ainateur, could put my hand on inurderer without mo. ment's hesitation. Grand 'xistence, 'tective's, don't yer know !" Then would the ladies give admirable little screams of horror, and Tol-de-Roileston would strut away to his club, or, changing his disguise, would qrrest a friend in Fitzroy Gardens on a charge of, say, matricilie, arson, or nothing at all, allowing his prisoner his liberty on payinent of a drink or a cigar. Such gloridis, rollicking times there never were ! It appears that there exist in our great and rising colony people who believe in the sanctity and connubial dotage of Henry VIII.; -who believe that that blutt monarch was actuated by the purest mathematical motives in making up a round half-dozen of wives ;-who believe also that Xero, in dispensing with his mother, was tenderly solicitous of her future welfitre, and that the apparent moral coliquity visplayed by that youthful emperor was in reality the outcome of a passionate and loving hcart. Amongst this class of Victorian philosophers were to be found O'Bricr's inost ar lent friends. Others ·The Gordian Knot, 73 really thought him innocent of the great crime laid to his account, but as their opinion could not have been based upon any reasonable evidence, their advocacy was extremely unpopular. Pegły alone sought comfort from thim; but then women--and this is a great thought women are strangely illogical. When she has once nailed : her colours to the mast (in other words, "nailed” her man), a woman is not to be expected to surrender for a trumpery murder or two. A lady of my acquaintance, in Geelong, once brought an action for breach of promise of marriage, against her lover, who had evaded the matrimonial moose by adopting a hempen one. We must drie the line somewhere" said the worthy magistrate who refuscd the award of damages, "and in this case a clothes-line is as effectual as any other." Women are like that, and Peggy was not an exception to the rule. Caldron had not yet got Fitzdoodle's consent to set up an :ibi. "Look you here," he said to his refractory client, " I know your case exactly. I've done it myself.” “ Done what?" "Well, you're afraid of getting into a scrape, with some married woman's husband. The ibi you could set up would, in short, place you in the Divorce Court as a co-respondent. Don't atteinpt to deny it! I know it. Now, listen ; you trot out your alivi, and I shall get a brief in the divorce case ; I'd give you half my fees, and there you are, don't yer see." Fitzdoodle'mournfully refused the seductive offer; so Caldron, boilinaver with anger and impatience, went away to the " Xilted Opossum," to cool his ruffled feel. ings with a pint of Frecklenose's home-breved. Peggy was serving in the parlour-bar, vice Frecklenose indisposed. "My darling! I'm so glad you've come," she cried, eagerly seizing Caldron's extended hand. darling?" " I'm rather chippy, dearest. I'm “You horrid old person, I didn't mean you," explained poor leggy., “My Fitzdoodle, my darling Fitzdoodle? how did you leave him? “Alibi-less as ever," replied the lawyer. “What do they give my darling to eat? Bread and How is my ·76 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barro. water? Poor old dear! Take this, and these, and this little drop of special-his tap; and tell him-tell my darling, that pa's wiped the slate." And Peggy compelled into Caldron's spacious brief-Lag a delectable pork-pie, some bilious Banburys, a small bottle of Frecklenose's special Irish," and a flask of Bo-Vril. The kind-hearted Caldron shed tears of delighi Peggy," said he, when he had dried his eye,“ do you really and truly wish to save Fitzdoodle ?" "'There's a question to ask, now! Why, of course I do. What do you think?" "Because you know, mny dear, I'm an unmarried man mysell, and if anything hempen should happen to rliedoodle, why, there you are, you know I'm here." “You mean-spirited old wig-prop!" “The fact is, there's a leetle affair of a delicate nature,'' interposed Caldren, thoughtfully, scratching his head, “which I can't exactly explain. It's Quixotic in the extreme." “What's that?" asked Peggy, in alarm. “Anything catching?" “O dear, no. I mean that O'Brier is Quixotic in his ideas of honour. To be brief, there's a woman at the bottom of the business." "And is that what you call an alibi ? the saucy minx I Let me Şee him with his alibi, that's all! I'll make it warm for them both !" And Miss Frecklenose looked really terrible. "You had better come to the gaol, thei, iny dear, and have it settled off hand." "I will," said Peggy, with decision. Caldron tranquilly finished his pint, and soon after, with Peggy on his arm, strode away from the congenial atmosphere of the "Kilted Opossum." “ Funny things, women.' Can't understand 'em," mur. mured the lawyer to himself, “ Balzac said something apposite and rather irreverent in the same strain ; but as it's been badly translated I can't quote it." "Lor', Mr. Caldron, I had nearlv forgotten my cushion," cried Peggy, suddenly; and she darted back to fetch that very important accessory. “Pa was fast asleep on it,” she exclaimed; "but ·The Gordian Knot. 75 . Fitzdoodle's more to me than pa, and I can't save him without my cyshion." They found Fitzdoodle still inclined to be knotty, although at Peggy's appearance in his cell he divested his anatomy of most of its tortuosity, and became human and serene. c Peggy Alung her cushion of tribulation to the ground, and, kneeling at her fated lover's feet, poured out her stricken soul in stifled sots. "Is it you, Fitzdoodle, for whom alone I live-you, for whom , wpuld-er-die-you, whom I thought innocent and pure of heart, like unto a tender lamb,-you, whose alit..tary comforts have been my special care-is it you who would deceive me for an alibi ?-a mis-er-a-ble a-li-bi-boo, boo, hoo !" "What, in the name of wonder, does she mean, Caldron ?" cried Fitzdoodle, relapsing into knots. “Do you want my opinion of you?". eeplied Caldron, with emotion. “I consider you one of the most magnificent heroes on the face of the earth. Here is a noble apd lovely damsel, filled with the strong passion of love, to whom, but an hour ago, I offered my hand and heart "Your what? you asinine imposter!" cried Fitzdoodle, white with rage. My hand and heart, sir; my fortune and my fame -and who refused me for your sake-for a puling prisoner in a common gaol. But you, fired with lofty enthusiasm to become a hoko, of sensational romance, would crush her tender passion with an alibi "Tell me why she is, my fitz:" implored Peggy "I could not, O my sweet, divulge the awful, diabolical secret for which I any to die?" Fitzdoodle went into knots with poignant grief. "Untie yourself, my love," moaned Peggy, "and tell me - tell me who is this woman for whom you sacrifice yourself ?" “None other than you, my sweet." "Than I," cried Peggy, indignantly; "do you mean to tell me to my face that I'm an ALIBI ?" "I cannot-I dare not speak. The secret that I learned that terrible night concerns you, my darling ·76 The Mystery of a l'heel- Barome. Peggy, and its mighty weight would crush you to the earth, or send you drivelling to the lunatic asyluın." Then he moaned in anguish-“She might have been boilert-my darling!-she might have been boiled!" "Then, what is an alibi ?" screamed Peggy. Caldron, wi:h the aid of his Vade-/ecum for Barristers, and after an admirable exposition of the case in point, was able at last tb calm poor Peggy's 'apprehensions. Then, falling once n’ore upon her cushion of tribulation, she implored her lover to speak. But Fitzdoodle, with a noble sell-control, invested himself with the awful majesty of a Gordian knot, and remained silent.

·CHAPTER XIII. TUIE CRYPROGRAM. YMR. CALDRON," said Peggy, sharply, “what have you got in your bag ?" The eminent lawyer blushed to the roots of his forensic whiskers. ters, my dear. Fitzdoodle's case, you know-any quantity of briefs necessary in Fitzdoodle's casc.” Mr. Caldron was a keenly conscientious man. “ Hand them over then ; I'm going to conduct the case myself." Peggy's face was glowing with ardour. Threeand-fourpence glistened clearly in each orb, and six-andeightpence played upon her pursed-up lips. Caldron trembled bencath her l'orria-like faze. “Call a cab, please; and tell the man to drive to the Iressing-Gowi Club," was Peggy's next cominand. “What the d-deuce do you mean to do?" exclaimed Caldron, pale with fright, dissimulating his "bricſs" as well as he could. "Never you mind," replied Portią, sternly;" do as I tell you. Do you imagine, sir," she continued, as they drove in the direction named-—" do you imagine that because I am a woman I can do nothing? You shall see !" "I will adnýlt,said the lawyer, " that I have an excellent opinion of your sex,—which loconsider a very chivalrous admission to make to a lady in distress. Ever since Eve destroyed Adam's peace of mind by absorbing that baneſul pippin, the lawyers have been busy with the pips." Then, sir," said Portia, with dignily, "your close apple-ication to scriptural studies ought to have been more fruitful. But, a nos moutons- " Wee, wee; exactly," murmured Monsieur Chaudron. "Fitzdoodle, "continued Peggy, on the night of the crime left the Kilted Opossum' in a condition not compatible with his avowed' intention of going straight home. .

·78 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. . » You_smile: sir! Fitz probably called at the Dressing-Gown Club. I know the habits 'of the animal, sir. At the club he must have found a l&ter awaiting him." “How do you know that?" asked Caldron, with garprise. “Why, the exigencies of the "Wei, wee; of course ; (I'd forgotten that point," said' the keen-sighted, lawyer. **WG!!, but who did he receive " “I sincerely wish you would flavour your desire for information with a little more English grantonar, Mr. Caldron," observed Peggy, parenthetically. From whom did he receive the letter? Why, from the mysterious person who wished to confide to him that alleged secret about myself !” “Miss Frecklenose, you are an ornament to the bar," cried Caldron, operpowered with admiration. "Fitz must have encountered Black by accident ; but being in that peculiar mental condition, when objects coming within the range of vision invest themselves with a strange and shifting appearance of duality, he did not at first recognise his old rival"("whom he placed with such tender care in the nearest gutter," added Mr. Caldron.) "Precisely. I am convinced he did not return, but left the corpse to sonic less disinterested member of the Dressing-Gown Club." "Then you intenů to search Fitzdoodle's lodgings for the letter ?" asked the barris "Precisely for course, any reasonable being would have destroyed such a contpromising dcument, but the exigencies of - Wee, wee; of course ; exactly. Needless to say more. At that moment Mr, Tol-de-Rolleston made his e appearance. Still as enthusiastic as ever in his 'iectiveworship, he was rarely to be seen in Collins' Street undisguised. On this occasion he had dissimulated his dapper little person in a costume intended to imitate that of an artiste of music-hall renown. His boots, of the clog-dancing description, were highly, polished, and glittered in the sunlight; his coat and trowsers were ·The Cryptogram. • 79 .profusely spangled and glittered also; his brimless beaver hat, many feet in height, glittered too ; his face, with the exception of a white lozenge-shaped space surrounding one of his eyes, was suffused with lampblack; and an ingeniously-contrived false nose, containing an incandescent electric light, glittered in unison with the rest. Caldron sprang from the cab and accosted the brilliant amateur, " Hallo, chappie," cried Leo. “Ya-hoo ; you spring upon one like a Deuce ex machiner." Mr. Tol-de- Rolleston-prided himself upon his "fair latinity." "I must congratulate you upon your new disguise." sau Mr. Caldron ; “I scarcely knew you, I assure you." Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston shook him warmly by the hand. "I say, Rolly, old chap, you couldn't come up to my place to-night, could you ? I want your advice on a knotty point, with respect to the wheel-barrow case." "Couldn't come on any account, chappie. Have three inurderers and a sheep-stealer to 'rest, specially got up for the occasion, don't yer know. Xcursion night of Gabhero class.odon't yer see. Awfully sorry ; bye-bye.” “That young man has mistaken his vocation," said Caldron, as he re-entered the cab. “Yes," said Peggy ; "he is a highly-gifted young man. Here we are at the Dressing-Gown Club. Now, it's my turn. I'll carry out this contract:" So saying, Peggy sprang lightly from the cab, and entered the club building. Ske yas confronted by a waiter, who, in his hours of case,, W:s a diligent habitué of the “Kilted Opossun."* Abland smile overspread his features. "Good mornin,' Miss Peggy.-Been to see the poor young man ?" "Mind your own business," answered Peggy, shortly. “Now, I want you to exercise your memory, please. You remember Mr. O'Brier came here on the wheel-barrow night-did he have any letters ? I don't want to use undue influence, but I promise you, if you can serve me, I'll sce that the slate -you know what I mean." "Thank you kindly,, miss," said the waiter, much pleased with the prospect of liquidation. “There was a letter came, miss, brought by a young person, just ·So The 1/istory of a Ilheel- Burrow. 1 . The way 6 before midnight--a rudc young woman, as sily's to me, * Whiskers,' she says, 'take this 'ere irote to the- I won't repeat it, there !--and she gives nfe a letter for • your young man, miss." "I beg your parhon," interposed Miss Peggy, sharply. •"---Vír. Fitzdoodle, I mean. Well, I takes it to him with the tongs, and Mr. O'Brier just opens it, quict like, and ---Well, there ! o I left the room! your—Mr. Fitzdoodle can quote scripture is just awful! Some time after that I had the honour to assist Mr. Fitzdoodle out”-here the waiter smilcu benignly-"and I guess he went down them steps very casy, without givin' his legs much trouble.” Thank you," said Miss Frecklenose, sternly; "when I have occasion to order you to bc assistent out of the • Kilted 0;ossum' I shall sce that your kind attentions are adequately reciprocated." As leggy stepped into the cal, Mr. Caldron hastily put up his brief-bag. A most conscientious counsel was Vr. Caldron : "Sow for the diggings of my darling," cried Peasy, “If that letter aint to be found there, I'll sit my Ulster.ä “The calı reasonings of the legal mind," said Mr. Caldron, “even after the most careful reading of briefs, are as nothing compared to the sweet femininc instincts of your heart. In future cases of the kind I shall appeal to you as a useful auxiliary, Viss Frecklenose." "Thanks, awfully," said the young larly, frily, They soon reachel Mrs. Crackles's kouse. By what extraordinary cffort of nature can'tcars have been squeezed from that lady's - lachrymal lands? l'ostmortem exantination may untimately shed some light on this alstruse question. We can only record the fact that a tcar did ooze industriously from cach of hier eyes as she stood upon the threshold, of her house. With pathetic • cricks she conducted the lawyer and his fair client to O'Brier's room. There stood thc waste-paper basket ready to be investigated. It was half-full--nay, it was more than half-full; but nothing in the world would have induced the searchers to glance-neven so much as glance furtively-at that immortal waste-paper basket, until all the most unlikely places had been thoroughly explored.

·The Cryptogram. 81 And « They dipped into Fitzdoodle's hat-box, they.investigated his foot-bath, they pryed into his pockets, they analysed his mattres), they peered behind the famous chromos, they dived under the hearth-rug, they shed tears of despair into the bizarre tea-things; they searched high and low, and far and near; finally they opened his writingdesk. There they found strange things and wondroussmall ,fragments of female atare. The treasured glave, the unpaid washing-bill, The little faded flower, the billet-dour, Gitat records of wild betting, two to one ; Long letters, telling tales of Moll and Meg, strange experiences unmeet for ladies.” Peggy closed it with a sigh and a blush. “Won't I just inake him sit up," she mused. Nothing here," said Caldron. “Slaall we have the carpet up, and look under the flooring?" "No; ring for Mrs. Crackles, and analyse her curlpapers." * Mrs. Crac.des," said the eminent lawyer, when that lady appeared, "have the goodness to place your head upon this table." “ Wich I can't bend it, sir, owin' to the toob, wich bein' placed there for breathing pupposes-" Crick! “We are desirous of investigating your curl-papers, my dear Mrs. Cracklus,” said Peggy, sweetly. "Wich I s'pozayou'vn't got enough paper in that there baskic wich stards in the middle of - Crick! - My cushioh, my cushion cried Peggy, espying the basket at last. She fell upon her knees, and turned over the heterogeneous mass of torn and crumpled papers it contained. Alas! Nothing there to shed one ray of hope. Peggy, weeping copiously, searched amongst the minute squares of paper tor some sign of the wished-for Jetter. Nothing bui little squares ! Suddenly the eminent lawyer uttered a cry of pain. An original idea had struck him." Suppose," he said, " take these little bits of paper, get Mrs. Crackles to lay them out (it was her profession once, layings-out), layings-out), we ·82 The ſistery of a IVheel. Barrow. 1 number them, and stick them with the severcst and most tenacious guin, upon a large sheet of brown paper. A clue might be discovered in that manner." "A noble thought," cried, Peggy from her cushion. « We'll hand them over to Mrs. Crackles at once." The mechanical landlady was called, and fully instructed. She furthwith repaired to her kitchen, procureu herself brown paper, scissol, and paste, and sub-adited that paper for several hours. Good Hirs, Crackles ! She cricked merrily along, cutting, pasting, arranging, . unpasting, and re-arranging, till she and the waste-paper basket were thoroughly exhausted. Then she ascended proudly to O'Brier's room and spread out her handiwork.. “ Wich I'm real proud of it , young lady, as there's paper 'anging instincts in the fain'ly, as my uncle was al paper 'anger to the Victorian-" Crick! Poor Peggy's heart sank into her hose. The microscopic squareletsovere multitudinous as the lies enunciated during a "stumping " recess. Well might poor Peggy despair. Gentle reader, the specimen on the following page is only a fra: inentary portion of Mrs. Crackles's now world-famous work-a mere tithe of the stupendous whole. “What is to be done?" moaned Peggy, in dismay. The cminent lawyer-cynical man of the world as he was -suggested "lotto," but his frivolity was sternly rebuked. “Poor Fitz," sighed the young lady, glancing over the sheet. "lle always had a wonderful capacity for assimilating patent medicines into his systenr. That accounts for his grave and anxious countenanve. Then, look here, Mr. Caldron, here are some of his drawings--s0 clever. There's epa, and m; too! And you, with your wig on *D)-n his impertinence!" muttered the barrister. And here's the coroncr--and pa's legs, too. I know they're pa's fect thcy're so large. Then here's Mr. a Tol-dc-Rolleston--a striking likeness; and Sir Frederick Leighton in specacles. Fitz admired him so much-boo, hoo!--community of soul, he used to say-boo, hoo!” There, there ; cheer up, chcer up," chirrupcd the landlady. “ Wich there's Mr. Pitzdoodle 'imself weepin', poor dear; and that there's a hallegory--Law'r pro tectin' Wirtuc- " ·atud olar The Cryptogram. • 83 suuLQA O WU/ ar Fity ere Pa PCR LL'S PIL Put your TOCKLE'S PILLS Vreme khosh you Csend buch at proff frocks I It's the only parr si Tol.de Rally KYSECUCIVET COCKLE'S PILLS What هد TIRE SOTTE VILL, BOOTJACK 26 Jun shou shest Plast, pressen her CLOUR Wristendo Thiery viven Planned that a bollente TH my you Augustus Sale known correspo last Australian follows to The I mihi PAIN KILLE CODLIVF thanbul TABLA, ANTEITRAOS Virken ait у you wilt pare of Keeled last summ viano losar he ·84' The Mystery of a Wheel- Barrow. Mr. Caldron again uttered a cry of anguish. Another original idea had pierced his brain. It is a cryptogram ! I can see it! You count the little bits, divide the total by a given number, add three-and -and .." Well ?" “I don't know; but that's the principle. You remember the Shakespeare and Bacon controversy?". “Wich I prefer's eggs with bacon, any day, as my fath Crick! What shall we do ?” cried Peggy, with an eager look. "Oh, we'll telegraph to Mr. Donelly, the cryptoganist, Wait, I'll see a detective this evening! The clouds do thicken, but the light shall come at last !" Peggy prostrated herself upon the cushion, and breathed a prayer. "Miss Frecklenose," said Caldron, sweetly, as they left the house, “don't you think-er-that as you're conducting this case, you had better pay our little travelling expenses ?" But the cabman was fast asleep, so they passed on, buricd in thought, and Peggy's heart was lighter now than it had been since the arrest of ha: Fitzdoodle. That same evening, in the privacy of his own chamber, Caldron opened his “briefs." It was a brief repast. And when the wan, silvery moon, from her throne of feecy clouds, shed her soft rays upon the great city, now hushed lo rest by the gentle touch of, the mesmeriser, Sleep, Caldron sat upon the floor 'of his little chamber, and (Vade Mecum in hand) searchingly cross-examined two empty bottles before an intelligent jury of Banburys as to the all-ged disappearance of a pork pic under 'spicions circumstan's.

·CHAPTER XIV. O A MAN OF GENIUS. If the çentle reader should not happen to know the famouş Fitzroy Gardens, he will have missed one of the Kreatest works of art ever wrought by the hand of man. We allude to the marble group representing the “great fight" between Clawby and Cowslip, the two most reinarkable detectives of the age (the immortal Lecoq alone excepted). The cver-to-be-remembered Clawby, a man of unbounded stomach, stands fading the shadowy tapering form of the never-to-be-forgotten Cowslip, whose high imperious brow is deeply chiselled by the sculptor, Thoughi, and in whose eye (the one not closed) shines me unmistakable light of genius. This triumph of plastic art commemorates the occasion when the two immortals settled a fundamental difference of opinion concerning, amongst other matters, the famous wheelbarrow mystery. They met by accident. Mr. Clawby had just crowned his glorious career of twenty years standing by the arrest of Fitzdoodle O'Brier, and the ethereal Cowslip bit his thin lips with mortification, when his rival sajuted him from his loftier pinnacle of fame. His Olympian brow grew \clouded, and, he swore, in pianissiino semi-quavers . "Have two penin'orish, Cowslip?" said Clawby, with a condescending smile. "Dont mind if I do," assented the farouche genius. The two gr.at men clinked glasses in painful and portentous silence. “Do you remember, Clawby," began Cowslip, at last, "some two years ago, in a certain murder case, when you went on a wrong tack, which brought you to a pig with a nasal hæmorrhage?" "No," replied Mr. Clawby, sharply: "but I recollect that Ballarat murder, when your investigations led you to ·86 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. engage the murderer himself to assist you in the arrest of a lunatic like yourself." "A pardonable mistake, Clawby,” retorted the man of genius, with a solerrn gesture. “You forget that forgery affair, when you arrested a parson with two artificial cyes.” “A clerical error, Cowslip; but I never mistook a hot saveloy for a dynamite ifomb, nor fled therefrom in terror. "No; but you hauled somebody up for killing time,” Cowslip hissed. "My inquiries in a bigamy case never led, me to incriminate the wiſc of my bosom," sncered Clawby, wita a sarcastic smile. This allusion to certain irregularities in Mr. Cowslip's domestic machinery caused that gentleman to vent the full bitterness of his wrath upon Clawby's head. "You ape," he cried. “Do you think you've got the right man now in this cre wheel-barrow case? Wait till 1 get a look in, that's all. You'll see what stuff my man's made of, you prying nincompoop." Mr. Clawvby rose in a white heat, caught the man of genius deftly by the nose, and challenged him, there and then, to mortal combat. A ring was formed, and the opponents "pceled," and set 10 work. We will not follow in detail the yarying fortunes of this famous encountur. Suffice it to say, that Cowslip's slender form offered so narrow a farget for his opponent's efforts, that Mr. Clawby's blows" merely caused ap atmospheric disturbance, whilst the man of genius was especially “husy" with Clawby's Kounteous Lidomen, and by a masterly on-drive in that direction gained a decisive vic'ory. Sixtecn rounds were scored, and the rounds of applause that greeted the eminent Cowslip brought the number up Then Mr. Cowslip called upon Caldron. The lawyer plainly showed his astonishment at Cowslip's facial alterations. “New disguise-eh? Very good ; shouldn't have known you," said he, handing 18 the 'tective the stump of a verdant and incombustible cigar. Mr. Caldron was a born diplomatist, and know that his attentions would to a score.

·A Man of Genius. 87 » have their effect upon his visitor, especially afterwards. "Finest Ilavannah," he said, as he pressed the stump upon Mr. Cowslip. "Now, then, to business, I have in my possession a nost important document Felating ta the prisoner, Fitzdoodle O'Bricr. It is of the utmost value, as at the present moment it is incomprehensible." "I understand," said Cowship, purring. "Go on." “What do you understand?" asked the lawyer, sharply. "Well,cr--er. Go on, please." " Don't be so precious smart, Jr. Cowslip. Look at this parper !" and the lawyer unfolded bcfore the detective's astonished cye (only one being susceptible of astonishment) the important cryptograin manufactured in the last chapter. “What do you think of it?" asked Caldron, after a palle: "It's not what I should call a pretty wall-paper, lout- "Imbecile; can't you see it's a cryptogram?" "A what-wrai? Never one before," said Cowslip, with an angry purr. “You know all about the wheel-barrow case, of course. You believe O'Brier to be innocent" “ Undoubtedly ; Clawby has closed my, cyes to the possibility of his guilt," and Cowslip pointed to his damaged orbs. Exactly. Well, Fitzdoodle prefers to be hung, drawn, and quartered, for the sake of Australian literature, rather than.savchis anserinc head by proving an alibi. Now, we've got to manufacture lin alibi out of this cryptogran “Can't sce how it's to be done,” purred the Cowslip. Stupid brute ! Don't you see that there are fragments of a letter which evidently bears upon the case. A letter asking the prisoner to go to sce a dying woman somewhere or other im the night of the murder? Mr. Cowslip again looked at the paper, turned it over, upside down, mentally computed its size, gazed steadily. at it edgeways, submitted it to an olfactory test, all to no purpose. saw

·88
The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow.
"There might be a clue somewhere," he said, “but it's
evidently gummed down."
Suddenly Mr. Caldron uttered a groan and put his
hand to his brow. An idea yas gerininating laboriously
in his brain, causing great cerebral discomfort.
“I have it," said he, “I have it! We must find it out
by divination!”
What's that?" cried ilia detective.
“ Divination by cards, by magic, by what you will.
Show me to some fortune-tellers abode. We will go at
once."
" There's Madame Mudlark, I know, who tells the
cards, and runs a fine business in receiving stoler goods
and using her crib as an advanced hospital for women."
"What d'you call an 'advanced hospital?'" asked
Caldron.
"A place where women go to die on easy terms,"
explained the defective.
We'll go there without delay. Divination ---dying
women--Mudlarks and advanced hospitals! What a
beautiful concatination of things, this remarkable
romance doch lead us to! Wonder what on carth it
can have to do with Peggy frecklenose"

·CHAPTER XV MADAME TUDIARK. .BOURKE STREET, MeliJourne, is a very naughty place ind.c.especially at night. Were it not that the exigencies of this thrilling story demand it, the author would have avoided that wicked thoroughfare by taking a short cut," with the hard peas of propriety in his shoon. He would thus have been spared a shameful spectacleladies of the demi-monde being “moved on ” by hightoned, whole-souled gentlemen in helmets; he would have been spared the inconvenience of hermetically scaling his ears with his two forc-fingers, lest words unknown of Nuttall or of Webster should strike upon his sensitive tympanupr; he would have been spared the chismal strains dan itincrant band playing to an admiring crowd of “spectators ;" he would have been spared the pain of mentally comparing Bourke Street at midnight with a certain thoroughfare in the West End of London, England, where Virtue walks secure, cherished and guarded by high-toned, wholc-soưled gentlemen in hel- Who shall dare to maintain, afteľa careful perusal of this inimortal work, that the Australian is not a man of refined and cultured tastes that his love of and excellence in art, and science, and literature (especially literature) are not manifest? Marcus Clarkel Who's he? Let that gloomy philosopher but favour the author with a call-an entire change of opinions will be his reward, or a complete alteration of features his punishment. Mr. Caldron followed the Cowslip into a slum-a real Australian slum. Not one of your paltry London slums, but a dark, hazy, weird, bizarre, crowded, grimy, out-andout Melbourne slum. "So much like the Seven Dials in London," said Caldron, " that I feel like Dante in the Infernal Regions, Incis, ) ·90 The Mystery of a Ilheel-Burrow. with Virgil for a guide." The lawyer's was a mind of a' high order. Don't know much about Virgil,” replied Cowslip, sharply ; " but I guess I could give him points in this locality. You may know more about the other place." Caldron glanced up at the sky, of which a sinall square, glittering with stars, was visible above thic grimy houses. Looks like a pin-cushios.," he said, with a reverent smile. Mr. Caldron's mind was dceply imbucd with the poetic aspects of nature. Hazy tigures cowered in the dark corners, er slouched unsteadily along. Occasional "mild-looking strings" of blue Chinamen would break thic monotony of the scens, sealing along, in Indian file, from cook-shop to cook-shop, inspecting the ready-cooked fowls and turkeys. These birds solicited attention by enticing looks. It was indeed a bizarrc-looking, weird locality. Ciood old slum ! Bunyan's famoy allegory must have confessed itself a limp and starchless conception beside this Melbourne Valley." Their entrance to Mother Mudlart.'s residence would have beer. etñected with more dignity had the lawyer avoided the rathes in the hall passage. With the greatest difficulty the detective cxtricated Mr. Caldron from these pit falls, and the rats, squeaking and scampering in all directions, secmed in high gler at the success of their strategy, as the lawyer partially disappeared into the basement. lc was an ircful man uncler ordinary circumstances, but as he hurled his 'V'auta Mecum at the retrcating rodents, his face wore ah expression truly demoniacal. Then Cowsliy, in a loud voice, requested space and darkness to inform him wlicther anybody was at home. At last a faint light glimmered in the distance. “So shines a rushlight in a naughty world" solemnly observede Caldron, who was a professed student of Shrkespcare. “Will you step this way, please--this way to the Divination Chainber - Madame Vudlark is at home." A fairy-like child of remarkable beauty uttered these words. She had just acconiplashed a wonderful featthat of lighting a canrlle with a match-and was smiling sweetly with childish pride.

·Madame Mudlark. 191 "The stairs are greatly in need of repair," she continued, as she showed the way to the Divination Chamber. “I should rather think so," groaned Mr. Caldron, whose legs again disappeared through lath and plaster, and emerged from the ceiling below. They reached a dark and dismal door. The girl then drew from her bosom a whistle, and putting it to her lips, executed a weird bizarre-sounding melody. There was a scuffling sound within, as of hasty preparation for unexpected guests. Then the door opened, and a novel scene greeted Mr. Caldron's eyes. The room was small, square, and low, but although the furniture was almost sprimitive in its simplicity, and the wall-paper disposed to bang in graceful shreds and tatters (thus marring the esthetic beauty of William Morris's original design), tliere was about the chamber an air of refinement difficult to. trace to any visible source. The candle spluttering upon the table, though secured only by means of pins, burnt with a serene and tranquil light. A bottle of Schnapps, ton, and a broken cup standing by its side, were noticeable (to the truly artistic eye) for the plastic beauty of their toportions rather than for the homely nature of their contents. The presence of a young female, lying upon a trucklebed in the corner of the room, would perhaps (owing to the scarcity of her clothing and the somewhat questionable tints of the bed-linen) have been objected jo in the Sulons of Faubourg St. Germain, or the drawing-rooms of St. Kilda, but in this hunible but refined abode it did not strike one as being out of keeping with the surrounding objects. The lady of the house hai evidently been displaying her magic arts to a young gentleman now upon the point of departing. He had known Mr. Cow'slip in less cultured socieiy--that of Pentridge (an eleeniosynary dwellinghouse ere: ted by the Government on the lines of Newgate at London), und effected to treat the detective with highbred disdain. Madame Mudlark gave the visitors a' warm reception. She was strangely attired for a lady of such refinement and courtly bearing. Bizarre-looking in the extreme, thought Caldron. Her robe was artistically festooned with rare impromptu embroideries à jour, and in point ·92 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. of antiquity must have had considerable value. Her luxurianr hair, streaming in yellow masses around her, shielded in a large measure the picturesque defalcations wrought by the hand of Timr. She was not by any means bcautiful. Her featı:res alone-the attenuated sickle-shaped nose in communion with her chin; the wide lipless mouth (out of which a, few yellow tecth protruda-1); the absence of eyebrows and lashes-would alonc have sufficed to deprive her of a reputation for personal beauty! but a long Howing beard she tenderly cherished destroyed much of hier feminine grace, as did also the singular rites of the magicienne, which precluded the use of soap and water. Madame Mudlark, who had at one time been known in Imperial Courts (other than the Melbourne Police Courts), was of noble descent. She had been married in early life to Monsieur Caille de Ruisseau, but had been robbed of his loving cafe and tenderness by the ruthless arm of the law, in consequence of an improper use of his knife at the dinner-table (he had deprived his father, during the mid-day meal, of the latter half of his earthly existence). She had imoved in the most aristocratic circles and cotones of cultured Europe, but was troubled with certain triling moral imperfections which ultimately led her to assist the English Government in carrying out a large oakum-pick. ing contract. She had finally honoured our great and rising colony by residing in Melbourne city, under the assumed name of Madamc Mudlark. The "lady of distinction” was still the key-note of her individuality, though habits and dialecis contracted in the later stages of her life may.red to a certain extent the harmonious Blending of her many virtues. Caldron, struck with her hirsuto appearance, made an apposite quotation from Macbeth. You are a student of the immortal bard, I observe,". said Madame Mudlark, smiling, and motioning the strangers to be seated. "Can my poor arts of magic be of service to you'? blarst you !" The sweet-faced girl now sidled up to her and said- "Madre, have you had sufficient booze ? shall I remove these vessels, mother mine?" and she placed her small hands upon the bottle.

·Madame Mudlark. 93 Nay, sweet child, let them remain, cuss ye!" And the delicate infant quitted the chamber with an airy tread. The lady took a deep draught of the potent liquid. Mr. Cowslip," she began, after wiping her mouth with her, beard, “this is not the first time I have had the honour of receiving you in my poor dwelling, d-n you: but may I know the business of the gentle stranger? 'blarst him !" This was said with such winning grace that Mr. Çaldron's face fushed witk delight. A faint mdan came from the direction of the trucklebed, followed by a fitful burst of song : “Mary had a little lamb That gambled high and low, Its morals were not worth a dam- An orphan lamb, cwe know." Peace, carissima min, blarst you," said Madame Mudlark, gently; "get on with your dying, bambina, cuss ye" There appears to be a glut of dying women in yourer--profession," hazarded the lawyer. “A lady expired here some few weeks since, I believe.” " Basta! signor is well informed, blarst him!” exclaimed the sorceress. "How did signor gain his d-d information ?".. Madame Mudlark moved gracefully towards the lawyer. Mr. Cowslip stayed her progress by a significant gesture. “ None of that mother ; I'm here, you know." “When I reigned as a court berutyat Versailles, blarst and cuss you, proud nobles were wont to strew my path with flowers. Mon lieu,' wouldst thou stay me with thy blaſșted boot, you blooinin', blazin' ijot!"The lady calmed her ruled feelings with a copious draught of Schnapps from the broken cup. The lawyer now produced the cryptogram. Madam,” said he, "I have here a document upon which a man's life may depend. Can you by your occult science construe its portentous meaning ?" And Caldron, ;

·94' The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. with wonderful tact and ability, rapidly explained the. object of his visit. "I think, signor, my art" The dying girl again interrupted them with a melody of peculiar sweetnes. 1 "Stay, stay, A gentle maiden cried, O do not ruthless B; Tempt not the wild and stormy C. The sailor-boy sail D...!" "Poor girl!" sighed the lawyer, when the pathetic sound had died away-"poor girl! her alphabet of life is nearly at its omegra." "Cuss her omega," said Madame Mudlark, tenderly. " Fille chérie! are you or are you not going to turn up your toes?" "Then, turning to the lawyer, she said, "I can read the riddle, caro mio, with my eyes closed ! Listen ! blarst you !" “ Tire-Botte Villa, Bookjack, 26th July "Fitzdyodle O'Brier. "Dere Sir, "I am in a great hurry to die, but I'ave somethink verry important to comunicate to you. Matter presses, as to-morrow I shall probably be---elsewhere ! Bearer will show you the way to my crib." “Wonderful ! wonderful !” exchuimed thic two gentlemen together. And can you, hy divinaiſon, tell me the 9.amc of the person who sent that letter; and where and at what hour Fitzdoodle O'Brier was taken on yie night in question ?" Certainly, signor, cuss you ! 'Will you consent to be veiled?" "If it is necessary." Mr. Caldron's head was now enveloped"in a dingy picce of bed-linon, but Jr. Cowslip Avuted the oracle. Not I, mother," said hc; " I've seen you before, sweet The sorceress produced a greasy pack of cards, which she shurflcd and cut and dealt out upon the deal lady” ·Madame Mudlark. 95 table, arranging them in quaint and curious ways. Then, after a shrill iifcantation in an Eastern tongue, called Baks-lang, slit said "Caro mio, the oracle has spoken, blarst him! On that late ul night, at the hour of half-p&st one, Fitzdoodle came hither to this chamber, and saw the dying woman of whom signor has spoken. So let it be. Abracadabra ! 'Blarst you!" "Wonderful ! wonderful ! " cried the lawyer, emerging from the bed-linen. “Did you see him--spcak to him?" “ I did noi, mon ami, cuss him ! I was drunk, and he would have embraced me as I slept, quil soit maudit, blarst hu! My grandchild, Polly Rawkins, poor waif upon the ocean of life, cuss her, took the letter to the signor, and he, with her, returned unto my poor dwelling at the hour named by the oracle, d-n hin !" "ll'ere you present, I wondrous woman, at the interview?'' "I was, signor, but I was drunk, and heard not anything." “Then where is this Polly Rawkins ?" d'I know not, signor, blarst the poor darling. She hath drifted from the flowery path of virtue, and sitteth now upon the tin-tacks of vice. Nothing more could be gathered from the oracle, and Caldron, bowing to the ground, wished Madame Mudlark Good-day." " Blarst' and•cuss you, signor mio, give me Brass !” said the sorceress, with a winsome smile. The lawyer dropped into her butstretched hands coins small and sundry, and delarted. “Let's have 1: 0-penn'orth,"signor," said the detective, as the two stood once nyre beneath the starlit canopy of hicaven. “We will, blarst and cuss you!" And they forthwith “ willed."

·CHAPTER XVI CHA THE TRIAL 1) FITZDOODLE's life, which migħt reasonably be expected to terminate at the end of a stout hempen cord, was now hanging, pro tem., to a single thread, and that thread consisted of Polly Rawkins. This unnatural suspense caused an acute strain upon his nerves, which he relieved by relapsing every now and then into knots of anguish, and blankly rcfusing to unravel himself. It's knotty," said Caldron, one day ; " but it's not nice of you." " But the exigencies, the exigencies; you forget the "O bl-ess the exigencies !" pettishly exclaimed the lawyer. He adopted at times the singularly imperative mode of speech of the great negricienne, Madame Mudlark, "Why, in the name of Scott, didn't you tell us where you wire, and what you were up to?' 'The girl Polly Rawkins has disappeared. Now, where do you think you are going to end ?" And Mr. Caldron went through an admirable pantomime' suggestive of the long drop. Look at it from the standpoint of morality;" continucd Caldron, his legs quivering in the ipaginary throes of suspension ; "what have you to gain?, You pass an hour in a disreputable slum, whilst in a condition not wholly in keeping with your known reputation for sobriety; you ayeravaid our natural suspicions by remaining silent; you send poor Peggy into fits -and all for no other pur. "Well," interrupted Fitzdoodle, sadly," !'re been trying to work it all out by Algebra lately, and find I'm in such a mess that the best thing I can do is to stop there. But why, oh why, did he boil'em /-boil'em!” he moaned in anguish. Boiled what?" cried Caldron, in rage ; "boiled what?" pose than ·The Trial. 97 “ You shall nevah, nevah know !" Fitzdoodle was every inch a hero. “There you are, you see," said Caldron, in a resigned tohe; "if you won't tell me what's boiled, and who boiled wlaat, I'll be boiled myself if I can see what I'm to do I'll never ask you again, I'll see you hanged first." The day of irial came at last, and Fitzdoodle still seeming to, deplore that something or somebody had been boiled instead of roasted, untied his last knot, and stepped into the prisoner's dock. Tout-Aleibourne was there, smiling and peptic. Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston had adopted a mild nondescript disyuise-something between a Presbyterian parson and a Tyrolcan bandit. He caused much amusement by arresting the judge on suspicion of concealing dynamite in the judicial wig used for important occasions. The bald head of the eminent magistrate was subjected to a percussive examination, and pronounced empty, amjd cheers. Peggy was there with her cushion of tribulation. This useful article had a most trying day. It was knelt upon in the cab, in the court, in the witness's roomeverywhere. eft for a moment in an unfrequented corridor, it had caused the downfall of one of our rising young barristers, whose forensic wig flew from his head out of the window, and fluttered cakolling to the boughs of an adjacent elm-tree. A most trying time had that poor cushion of tribulation. Twelve cleau apd spotless gentlemen took their places in the jury box, and tite Crown Prosecutor addressed the court. He gave a catalogue of witnesses for the deſence, detailed their physical and moral peculiarities, after the manner of a wax-work slfowman, and called Mark Roystercr. koystcrer, on being sworn, asked why they didn't keep a little drop of something on the " premises " for the benefit of (adjectived and emotional) witnesses. He had been informed, he said, by a (present participled) policeman that the (past participled) corpse was in court. He had been introduced to it onct," and had had quite enough of it. I might go to another place) for all the witness (adverbially) cared. His evidence, though a mere repetition of the facts ·98 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. brought forward at the inquest, was strongly emphasised · by his tersé vernacular. Cross-examined by Mr. Caldron, witness said that he reckoned the prisoner owed him a "tanner," inasmuch as he considered the transport of an (unpleasant) corpse was equivalent to double the ordinary fare. He admitied that prisoner was intoxicated, and that he, witness, at the time of the murder, was not so entirely a master of hiniself as he was of his (eternally-punished) wbeel-barrow, and that he might have mistakén his lordship himself for the criminal ; but he was not aware that there was any law against the temperate use of alcoholic liquor. The learned counsel, on reference to his Vade Mecum, said that witness was quite correct in his assumption, and was to be highly commended for his erudite knowledge of the laws relating to the consumption of alcoholic drinks. Witness wished the court a (qualified) good morning, and retired. The court was then fumigated. Caldron sat down extremely dissatisfied, more especially so as the carpenters (who had recently been at work in the court) had left a large brad in counsel's seat, its "business end" aspiring towards a better sphere. This was, so far, the only point the learned counsel had scored. Clem Rankin was next called, and repeated the cvidence already a duced at the coronce's inquest. Crossexamination elicited nothing in particular.. Counsel.--Do you recognise the prisoner? Witness.-Yes, your lordship. Counsel.-Did you see his face on the night in question ? Witness.-Partially, your honour, I saw the limits-- his chin, the ends of Sis moustache, and his ears. Counsel.-Is that all? Do you think that sufficient to warrant such a confident assertion of identity. Witness.--No, my lord. But if you'd only felt his boot ! you'd have recognised him amox.gst a thousand. The learned counsel, on reference to his Vade Mecum, said he was clearly of opinion that identity of features could not depend upon evidence relating to the weight and size of the prisoner's feet. He would add a foot-note to his brief, and meditate deeply upon the matter, .

·The Trial. 99 The learned counsel's careful demeanour upon resuming his seat caused some amusement in court. Mrs. Gabbleton, the next witness, deposed that "men is brutes," in all senses of the word '; that the conduct of tho deceased in being ferried over tile Styx without the usual warning had been highly prejudicial to witness, as her own "sticks" had been put to the hammer in .consequence. The lodger was a quiet young man, and usually made use of witness's back door, on account of the tradesmen's frequent' calls. The prisoner had once callcd upon the corpse and threatened to kill him in an open wheel-barrow. (Sensation.) Whether the quarrel arose out of a disputed under-garment or a love affair, witness was unable to say. She herself bore marks of the fray caused by one of the corpse's boots. Cross-examination by the learned counsel for the defence only elicited witness's opinion that he (counsel) was as much of a “brute" as the rest of the sex. Mrs. Crackles, the prisoner's landlady (who seemed to suffer from the feminine defect of loquacity, moderated by artificial means), was next called. She tools the oath with a preliminary crick ! and informed the court that her mother's great uncle's stepson had been a beadle at Ballarat, but--crick! She then deposed that prisoner, without being a “Wotary of Bakkers," sometimes returned home “intoxallicated." He returned in that condition just before two in the "morning" of the "night" of the murder, Crown Prosecutor.--I desire to kalow, my lord, who's been making a fool of me? My brief distinctly gives the hour as two &'clock. Witness.-With that owdacious doctor pât the time in my mouth-and camomile pills to which upset my calculations as the clock was slow, and the linseed tea win wich I put my feet accordin' to 'is dilcctions made 'em that sore--and Mr. Fitzdoodle came 'ome an' wound 'em round an' round on the table-singin' "Somethink's gone wrong with the works." I mean the 'ands of the kitchen clock, as I felt that bad as I didn't know wether I was fast or slow, wich itminds me Crick! Crown Prosecutor.-Just a leetle less circumlocution please, Mrs. Crackles.

·IOO The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. --- Witness, Crick! is it circum-crick location you call it? wich the doctor-crick! crickdrat 'im! called it a sign o quar non. Crick ! Oh oh I crick! crick I crick / crick ! » Witness had espred our eminent detective, Mr. Clawby, standing in the court, and her emotion was so great that her further evidence was dispensed with. Dr. Shinbone swore to the evidences of death displayed by the corpse. Witness knew deceased's constitution, as he had once had a large incisor extracted. Witness thanked the nobility and gentry present for their kind support, and solicited a continuance of their esteemed favours. Mr. Clawby deposed that he was an experienced detective of twenty years' standing, and that he had crowned his, useful career by arresting the prisoner. Witness thought that ought to be sufficient for the court. (Great applaused Mr. Lessland deposed that he was chiefly occupied on the night in question in throwing away his social scruples. , He had finally thrown a qmall remnant into the gutters together with hiinself. Dectased was very excited over a new theory be had propounded, as to the presence of trichinosis or microbes in the moon. Witness found himself in bed next morning. Crown Prosecutor.--How did you get there? Witness.I am unable to say ! Mr. Caldron put up his brief with a weary air, when the court adjourned: He went away with two impressions-one, that of the hopelessness of his case; the other, that of the carpenter's brad. And 'as he disrobed for the day, he confessed he knew not which gave hiin the most pain.

·CHAPTER XVII. THE FOUNDER OF THE RAWKINITES. As a matter of course Polly Rawkins turned up at the elcventh hour. It would have been contrary to nature and the cxigencies of this thrilling drama had she been one ininute carlier. Caldron was lying at full length on his office floor, buricd in the cryptogram. Tremble not, sweet reader ; he was not a stark and staring corpse, with the cryptogram for winding-sheet, but he had spread out that wonderful document, and, stretched upon his eminent stomach, gazed intently upon the tiny squares. Those forming part of the mysterious letter had been picked out in wcrmilion, for their better elucidation. "Feel like Wellington surveying plan of battle," said the grcat lawyer, brushing a mosquito from his nose. He smiled silently with a silent look of pleasure in his face. (He had read Darwin on the Emotions, and was up to all kinds of tricks.) There was a knock at the door, and Peggy entered. She gave a shriek and fell upon her cushion. "O, Mr.' Caldron, with those red spots on the paper, you look like another Mystery /". Peggy, upon her gushion, smiled Mr. Caldron, upon his cryptogram, groaned. "Heaven forbid !” he said fervently. There was now a hoarse voice heard in the street. Both listened attentively. " Evenin Moonshine-Special 'dishun-Wheel-barrow case-one penny. Return Ở Polly Rawkins-one penny. " Both sprang to their feet, but Peggy knelt again upon the cushion of tribulation. “Saved I saved! My darling!. one penny one penny you and she swooned. Caldron left his fair client upon her cushion and purchased a special Moonshine.

·102, The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. Polly Rawkins could have cntered Melbourne followed by countless multitudes; but she came back, a humble pilgrim, a sweet saint, to the home of her fathers. Peggy's cushion, and the young lady herself, were dispatched at once to the “Kilted Opossuin," where she two spent many hours in communion; and Mr. Caldron (Dapte), with Cowslip (Virgil) for his guide, once more penetrated the mystery of our handsome sluir, and entered the home of culture--the stately halls of the good magicienne, That lady was welcoming her grand-daughter with her usual grace of manner and language. The lawyer, ascending the "rat-riddled, rotten-runged stairs," was so struck with the majestic tones that reached his ear that he fell headlong into the basement, and was extracted therefrom only with the greatest difficulty. The simple sweetness and cleanliness of the Divination Chamber did not extend to thp lower regions of the house, and when Mr. Caldron finally stood before Madame Mudlark he was heartily ashamed of the wealth of cobweb and dirt adhering to his person. As was only fitting for a being gifted with the power of second-sighi, Madame Mudlark had been holding communion with the spirits--as the bottle before her testified. Polly Rawkins stood listening complacently to the gentle admonitions of the lady of the house. The girl wore a close-fitting black robe, long-sleeved and waistless, without that mystic artifice of vanity called a "bustle ;" and a wile white collar puritanically starched, a sou' wester hat, long shoes without heels and white kid gloves completed her singular costume; but as she turned towards the lawyer and bowed''stiffly, Caldron perccived that she Traä adopted th: dual skirt, which did not ill become her thin emaciated figure. “Delighted to see you again, signor, blarst you, in my : poor dwelling, and you also, Cowslip, cuss 3. Let me have the honour to introduce you tový grand-daughter, Miss Polly Rawkins, d-n her," and Madame Mudlark smiled tenderly. Polly again bowed stiffly to the two men. “My sweet child left me in solitude, with such small comforts as my mental resources could afford me, cuss ·The Founder of the Rawkinites. 103 'cm, and now she returneth to me with her bloomin' legs in a couple p' sacks, blarst 'em." "Thai'll do, old un, you can leave 'em alone," said Miss Rawkins. “Carissima mia, speak not thus to your aged grandmother, cuss you." Madame Mudlark wiped away a tcar, and moistened her lips with a draught of schnapps. Thoman of genius now siepped forward. “This," he said to the girl," is the cjninent lawyer who desires you o tell him what you know." Polly Rawkins, when his errand had been explained to her said to Çaldron, “As I'm the founder of a religious sex- “A what?" exclaimed the lawyer. “A religious sex-I 'ope ny past sins and follies will be forgiven__" (" Cuss her, pauvre agneau," sighed Madame Mudlark, with great tenderness.) “I warn't always a model o' wirtue; b:*t the surroundin's in wich I was brought up warn't particular convenient for the practice of stric wirtue- (lignonne, you're a liar," whispered the old lady with a Sinile.) My parients was conspicuous by their absence, and this old hag ("Bless you, my darling 1") As been my only monitor. When I left 'ere my 'eart was sore cast down. I jined' a sex whose religious tenets was 'onely, but noisy-I niean the Army. I fell away again into the arıns of the wicked one- ( Blarst and cuss hin !") - Little necd for me to detail the 'orrgus o'my ways. I'ave now founded a new sex--the Rawkinites- ("Cuss 'cm !") -Our tcnets consists o' diwided skirts, silent prayer, the vow of celibrity an' white kids. We go out into the world an' gevher stray lambs" ("Bless 'em -An'accept subscriptions an' donations, that's all." "And have you any disciples?" asked Caldron. “ There's me, an' I'm énrollin' gran'ma--that's all. But you wants to know about the gentleman as come 'ere. He was just boozed-s0 was gran'— » » ·104 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. ("My angel child, speak truth, cuss you !"). -But I got 'imup'ere, and she chucked me. They was together. Soon 1 'ears the gentleman holler out, Boiled'em! boiled! O my joor Perdy; she might hade been boiled!'. Then he comes rushing out, wild as anythink. I took 'im back to the place I met 'im at. When I got 'ome, the woman was dead as nits ; that's all." How is it you did not twrn up before? There was a handsome reward offered." “I was in the bush, gatherin' stray lambs-black uns that's all." “Thanks, Miss Rawkinite. We shall require your presence to-morrow. Perhaps this lady will accompany "Signor, your courtesy does me honour, blarst you. Might I suggest that the handsome reward for the finding of my grand-daughter be handed forth with to your humble servant, d -n you? I am at this moment engaged upon the prize work for the government competition, cuss it; but until the award, my pecuniary resources will be slender, blarst 'em." “Madarge, I will advise you fully upon the matter ox: my next visit." Ere the two took their departure, Madaine Mudiark bowed low, and, taking the lawyer's hand with the courtliest grace, she trod a measure of the stately minuet. you?"

·CHAPTER XVIII. THE VERDICT OF THE CLEAN AND SPOTLESS MR. LEO TOL-DE-ROLLLSTON awokc in a strange plight. He had returned late overnight, and after minute investigation (carried on on all-fours) in scarch of a clue, had arrested the towel-horsc on a charge of furious driving. It was this objcct that first grected his eye in the morning, by inserting one of its hoops in the optic of the clever amatcur. Mr. Leo Tol-de-Rolleston's next sensation was, that he experienced a certain bodily discomfort. This was accounted for, after an exploration, by the fact that the mild disguise he had worn in court on the previous day had only been partially removed. He was at first intrigued. A toothe espied on the hat-peg Vehind the door was not in itself sufficient evidence of alcoholic excess; but when Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston discovered his hat filled with water upon the washstand, his nightcap tied to a knot of his bedstead, and the stump of a cigar stuck into the mouth of an antique but cherished aunt-a speaking likeness-he copfessed to himself that he must have been "going it" extravagantly. He rose, admonished his bed-fellow-the towel-horse-dressed himself witir Care (he felt too unwell to yse disguise), and prepared to recrive the honours due to his perspicacity. A deputation of ladies then waiter, upon him. They expressed their highest admiration of his remarkable talents, and stated that his unflinching assertion of Fitzdoodle's inipcence said mucii for the astute, far-seeing character of his distinguished eye and nose. The court was crowded as on the previous day, and Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston's opinions were courted by all pre. sent. In his first glows of glory, Miss Topweight had thrown her heart and hand and her father's tripe (or the financial proceeds thereof) at Leo's feet, and he had ·1061 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow, gathered them all to his bosom. He was a proud and happy man Fitzdoodle , as he stepped into the dock, had that "boiled" appearance which "arose from his brooding gricf. He looked resigned. His strenuous efforts to comply with the exigencics of sensational romance had told ypon his stalwart frame. Truly, he looked boiled. When Caldron rose to address the Court, Mr. Tul-de- Rolleston inquired, amid cheers, whether the Icarned counsel had missed the point he scored yesterday On being informed that the brad in question had been removed, he replied, amid renewed cheers, "Then you're a Aliss Braithiun." The first witness called was Mr. Lco Tol-dc-Rolleston. Ile deposed that he felt rather chippy that morning, therefore not inclined to undergo the operation of crosscxamination. He was a diligent student of Gobbervo, and in consequence fully qualified to express his unqualified opinion that prisoner was quite innocent of the crime, (Chcers.) The court had yesterday been able to judge of pis--witness's--genius as a detective, when he had so thoroughly investigated the head and wig of th: learned magistrate. (Renewed cheers.) Witness thought that his unbiassed opinion should be sufficient to ensure the prisoner's liberty. The next witness was Scythinus Green, a waiter at the Dressing Gown Club.' He said he had assisted the prisoner down the sty:ps of the club ,on the night in question, and was os opinion that he was not in a condition to follow a chalk line, much less commit a murder. A young; person had, on that evening, delivered a letter for the prisoner, and the latter (with witness's kind help) had left shorty afterwards. f, in witness's opinion, the prisoner had any appointment with the young person in question, he could not say much for his morals. ("Blarst and cuss hiin!") This parenthetical benediction was attered by Madame Mudlark, who stepped with Polly Rawkins into the witness-box. She had been suddenly converted by her grand-daughter_(a 'conversion due, principally, to that portion of the Rawkinite creed relating to subscriptions and donations), and had devised out of a patch-work bed- ·ܕܘܙܐܶ܂ new The Verdict of the Clean and Spotless. 107 'curtain a picturesque divided skirt. She had come, she said, to watch over her mignonne chérie, blarst her, and addressed the court in her usual dulcet tones-cuss 'em ! Polly Rawkins said tha! she had founded a religious sex, and that her aged grandihother was the first poor lamb to be gathered into the fold of the Rawkinites. (" Blarst and cuss 'cm 1") She took a letter to the prisoner at the Dressing-Gown Club on the night in question, and afterwards conducted him to the Uall of Divination, to see a dying, woman. She overheard part of thc conversation, and was of opinion that it related solely to culinary matters. She led prisoner back to the place of meeting, made a careful mem, of the hour in compliance with certain exigencies ("Cuss 'em!"), and returned home to find the woman dead, and her dear grandmamma still drunk. (Bloomin', blazin' misrepresentation, mon ange adore.") That was all. This completed the evidence for the defence. The Crown Prosecutor, with tears of contrition, confessed that he had been woefully deceived, and that he now regarded Fitzgloodle O'Brier as one of the greatest IR'locs of romahce the world had ever knovin. Grief choked the voice of the Icarned counsel, and he hurled his brief at the nose of the eminent detective of twenty years' standing, as being mainly responsible for the deception, and, in consequence, of this undignified expression of Then the immeasurably greaf Caldron made that splendid oration which will never be forgotten as long as horse-hair wigs adhere to noble brows. A verbatim copy was immcdiately despatched to the Lorry Chief-Justice of England, who, 'In a paroxysm of envious rage, flung it into the flames. Buto Pump Court änd Chancery Lane still ring with those eloquent words uttered far away .beyond the seas, and the muffin-man pacing those historic thoi rughfares, hushes his bell lest its tones should mar the wüs. drous harmony. When the marvellous harangue had terminated with an explosive peroration, a pin, dropping to the ground, tinkled inusically. All tleptJudge and jury, prisoner and Pegby slumbered peacefully. Suddenly the voice of the irrepressible Tol-de-Rolleston was heard. "By jove! sorrow.

·108; The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. he's done! bravo Caldron, splendid dcfence. Didn't. think you had it in you. Bravo!” Then the sleepers awoke, and the Judge, somnolent no more, summed up. Who shall describe the windescribable? the weird, bizarre silence, the fascinating stillness, the enchanting tranquillity which fell upon the court while the clean and spotless twelve were deliberating? By jove !" exclaimed the irrepressiblc, "feel like Christian martyr burying his head like ostrich in sands of Roman arena, with lithe forr.is of lion and panther smelling around for clue." When the jury returned, every neck was craned, and every ear alert. The foreman stood up; then cainc a subducd buzz, and a sharp crackling, and an explosion. "Not Guilty !” A ringing cheer went up to the raſters, and the irrepressible performed a brilliant cavalier seul upon counsel's table. The prisoner, alone, as he stepped from the dock a free man, hung out signs of anguish upon his pallid face. "O why," he cried, wringing his hands, "why did he boil 'em-boil 'em » ·CHAPTER XIX. THE EDITORIAL HINGES. THE next morning the Daily Muddler contained the fóllowing article: FIRST EDITION. During the past three months we have repeatedly urged our readers to absorb, wholly and without arrière pensée, that truly wonderful aphorism, "Truth is stranger than fiction." The verdict given yesterday at the termination of the Wheel-barrow Case is still another illustration of its veracity. But yesterday Mr. Fitzdoodle O'Brier was languishing, without a ray of hope, in a damp and dismal prison-cell. We have more than once had occasion, in the columns of the Muddler, to commend the existing Gover hment for their close attention to the comforts of the misdemeanants of our great and rising colony, but when we reflect upon the copious gloom of the prisoner's cell, in comparison with the spiritual light of our Editorial Sanctum-when we think of the probable discomforts of such a dwellingwhen we picture the homely squareness of the cell, the difficulties of égress, the presence f spiders, cockroachesa and other domestic rodents—the Editorial mind is completely unhi.ged, and we fear we shall have to abandon for a while the remarkable work of fiction, hased upon the Wheel-barrow Mystery, which has recently been dowing from the Editorial pen in view of the munificent reward offered by the government. We can keenly appreciate the poignant grapf that this annourfcement will excite amongst our intelligent rsaders, and those whose subscriptions become due at the end of the present month should renew without delay. We have always concurred with the views set forth in the government proclamation, to the effect that the criminal was, in some measure, actuated by motives of ·nd, The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. literary patriotism ; but we fail to understand the détermination and self-abnegation displayed by Mr. Fitzdoodle O'Brier in undergoing an unnecessary term of uncomfort- 4 able incarceration for the obvious purpose of complicating this darkest of myteries. This is one of those abstruse questions which combine to unhinge the Editorial intellect, and make the frequent use of Lindley Murray and beef-tea a matter of imperative' necessity. The Government prize was, it will be recollected, to be awarded to the writer of the best sensational romance based upon the facts disclosed at the Coroner's inquest. What need, therefore, for an innocent man to suffer imprisonment on a false charge of murder, entirely upon his own responsibility ? These are the reflections which destroy the perfect balance of the Editorial mind, and the remainder of this article will appear in a subsequent edition. Recuperation of our mental powers by means of refreshiing rest and generous stimulant, has now become a constantly-recurring necessity, SECOND EDITION. In the interval of tranquil meditation which the Edi. torial intellect has enjoyed, a mental spark has been emitted from the fling of Thought, and we hasten to issue another cdition, to afford our idca the ventilation it deserves. It is this :-The very article now flowing from the Editorial pen may, meet the eye of the real assassin, and he inay be at this moment convulsed,with merriment over our first editini, although, to a'r mind, hilarity would be unsecmly in connection with our lucubrations. Let him beware. justice is nut blind, thouglt thc symbolic · handkerchief, which covers her eyes may lead him to think so. She may at any moment tear the cambric from her eyes--at the dinner-table-during the solemnisation of church ritual-even in the morning bath-may, seize him by his criminal 'nair, and drag hin forth into the light of day to receive his reward. We do not allude to the government prize, as the assassin and children under ten are excluded froin the competition. Our detectives.--Oh me I there's the Editorial mind unhinged again! We will issue a special edition.

·The Editorial Hinges. con- SPECIAL EDITION. In the momentary respite snatched from the tortures of Editorial duty, we have remembered our time-honoured custom of analysing the causes celebres of our Victorian Police Courts, from the standpoint of romance. Thosc who have studied the “murders grim and grcat” cocted and carried out in the masterly chapters of Gaberipo-in the florid works of De Quincey-in the peptic pages of Carlyle-(even the great Macaulay has called attention to the burglars of Carlyle")—will feel a thrill of horror in their arterial ducts when they reflect that a devil incarnate is in our midst. That such an one should Be at large is, in a large measure, a danger to the community at large. We have already pointed out that the assassin is obviously a student of Gaberio-oo, and, as it is an established fact that truth is stranger than fiction, we are at a loss to follow the natural course of reasoning through which such reflections should jndubitably lead The Editorial mind is unhinged at the very outset. Can our intelligent readers contemplate with complacency the terrible possibility of the Editorial windpipe being subjected to th: assassin's knife during his unstrung moinents? Oh, no! at the very thought the Editorial mind is unhinged ! We may possibly issue a later edition. us. PUBLIC TIERI MAJE Estd. 1902. MAJU, HOWRAH.

·CHAPTER XX ZOLA AND BOILED BABY. AUSTRALIA is a "realm of topsy-turveydom," as well it inight be with the “sun one hundred odd in the shade." On a Christmas day the very plum-pudding must have felt itself to be a sad anomaly--ready to shed its'exterior plums in sheer disgust at the obvious frauds perpetrated by all astronomers from Philadelphus to Christie. But our Peggy, on this same Christmas day, three months after the acquittal of her Fitzdoodlian hero, had no thought for the peculiarities of Australian astronomy and the great Sir Issac, himself, stepping into the "Kilted Opossum" for necessary refreshment would have been charged the same price as any other less astronomical mdital. But we must leave the "filted Opossuir for a while. Peggy was now "sitting on the wide verandah" of the homestead of Yabboo Yabboo, a temporary country. residence Mr. Frecklenose had rented for the liot Australian Christmas season. She was engaged in surveying, through a slit in the blind," the natural phenomena without Most Australians do that at Christmas timc. She saw a "haze rising from the heat," which in itself was enough to make her fetel'lll. She saw flowers so "drivid in colour" that they caused a rush of blood to her cheek. She saw 4 round pool containing a "still sheet" of superfine water, and many other things strange and noteworthy. No wonder then that the mysterious romance she had been reading should have been allowed'to fall to the ground. It was the romance for which the Victorian government had awarded the prize of one hundred pounds; and was written by no less a person than the experienced detective of twenty years' standing. In these graphic pages Mr. Clawby had given full play to his detectivo ·Zola and Boiled Baby. 113 . genius, and had invented a plot so complicated and mysterious that the hero (of whom the author himself was the prototype) had been compelled at last to arrest the corpse on a charge of wilful suicide, in order to wind up the story at the stipulated limit. Peggy now abandoned the “slit" and the outside world, and took a world of her own-M. Zola's Terre. "Only a terre by the wayside," she murmured, as she dipped into its mystic pages. Suddenly she heard a footstep, and the founder of the Kawkinites stood before her. Polly Rawkins had been engaged by Miss Frecklenose as lady-companion, and, in return for instruction in that nomadic Eastern language known as Baks Lang, was receiving lessons in spotless English, Polly, who had been reading Macaulay's Essays, had come to return the book to her mistress. "I prefer Haddison or Hume," she said. "Their powerful and flexible English would well serve to convey to the world the humble tenets of the Rawkinites. Read me some of this, and she pointed to the yellow-coloured book on Peggy's knee. Together they dipped into the dictionary and Zola. Soon Polly rose. “Mademoiselle," Ishe said, “I am but the founder of a humble religious sex, but I should qualify that book as naughty." Then she took a large piece of brown paper, crumpled it into the semblance of à torch, lighted, it, and solemnly fu higated the room. “Thanks," said: Peggy; "I was gearing rather terre-ified.*:* “ Yes ; it was real torch-ure," returned Polly. Now, Fitzuoddle still presented that boiled appearance he had exhibited on the day of trial, and Peggy was wrathful thereat. So it came to pass that Miss Frecklenose, on this Christmas day, cross-questioned her private secretary about certain events relating to this thrilling drama ; and hat young person in divided skirts divided her attention betüren Peggy and ſumigation. “As the founder of a religious sex, I'll speak the truth," she said :- Madame Mudlark wels givin' a seedncy one night, and' was in the middle of a recantation (you knowabracadabra) when in pops the woman as died. As they 8 ·114'; The Mystery of a II heel-Barrow. was both drunk (Haddison, perhaps, would say inebriated), they sends me for refreshment. When I returns, they was thick as thieves. Then they chucks me out, and I heard no more till the corpse' called “ Oliver Black?" cried Peggy, aghast. “Yes, Holiver Black. He called several times and inter viewed the diseased, as Haddison would say. “ The last time he called, I accidently overher.rd 'em thro' the keyhole. She gives him a paper, and says, "That's it.' Then he read out some funny names, and, last of all, he reads ' Builert Black Baby Snuffit."" “\Vhat?" “Boiled Black Baby Snuffit.' Then they goes into fits. Says hc, "That'll do now ; you can get on with your croaking, and he took the papers away with him. But she didn't croak not till after she'd seen Mr. Fitzdoodle, and tells him Mr. Black had got it. accidentally overheard that conversation through the keyhole." Black's ?” mused Peggy. “Do you think they meant Boiled Birck's Baby, Snuffit?" Don't know ; praps they did. Mr. Fitzdoodle sings out, 'Boileil it-Boileil! O Peggy, my darling, she might have been boiled !'»} know the rest! But he says, before he goes, •What's yer name?' an she says- “Speak, child." -Susannah Burgess !” As the tall figure of O'Brier 'emerged from behind Peggy's chair, he looked more " boiled" than ever. I Then you ·CHAPTER XXI. * O, FLY WITH ME!" "WELL?” said Peggy, flushing to the roots of her hair. Tlae two were now alone, and Miss Frecklenose was boiling" with rage. What's all this I hear about boiled black babies snuffing it?' Is this the secret that weighs upon your mind? Is this the secret concerning myself? Am "here Peggy blushed like a pcony-"am I to be held responsible for a black baby b-b-boiled? Sir, I would have you know I'm a respectable young Australian lady, who-who-" Here the indignant Peggy broke down utterly. Fitzdoodle tried to soothe her with a bit of Browning- "Where the apple reddens Never pry, Lest we lose our Ellens, Eve and I." “What has Eve got to do with a boiled-black-baby? Oh me! oh me!" broke in Peggy, weeping bitterly. "And what have, you, and Susannah Burgess, and the corpse got to do with a boiled-blacly.baby?” "Hush, hush | Peggy, it will all come right in the end -the cxigencies of the" “Bother the exigencies ! Sir, I have yet to learn that a boiled black baby is one of the exigencies of romance !" Fitzdoodle fell upon his knces. "O my sweet Peggy," he cried, "let me alone bear the weight of that boiled baby in my breast! I cannot tell you, dearest, all I know -the horrible thing wild blight your young life for ever. It concerns you only indirectly, through a third person." Herc Peggy started, with an indignant.gesture. rest, my darling--let the d-d boiled baby rest 1" Peggy was soothed. “Darling," she said, "it shall be *« Let it as you wish."

·40 116, The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. “Now, dearest, I have something to tell you-I have sold my 'station. My cattle on the ligñt fantastic toc have skimmed the prairies with the wings of'haste. They' have all gone, my love !" "All gone! Wherc, my own ?" "I cannot tell you, sweetest. Wanted change of air, perhaps." "How many head of caule had you, dearest ?". "Three, my sweet." “Alas !" Then there was a pause. “But, sweet, I came to ask you to be my wife-at once! We will marry, and leave this country. We will leave the shadow of the boiled nigger behind. Come into the garden, Maud : for the black brat, boiled, has flown.' Wilt thou, my own?" “I will !" Then soft sounds of osculation clove the stilly air. “You must ask pa, you know" said Peggy, presently., A ffpwn passed over Fitzdoodle's face, and his brow wrinkled angerly. Peggy's father at this moment hove in sight. Mr. Freckleņose's face wore an anxious expression, and Fitzdoodle, as he reluctantly took the extended hand, wondered whether the wheel-barrow mystery had anything to do with it. How do, Fitzdoodle?" exclaimed Frecklenose;"just in time to pick a bone with us. Stay to dinner, won't you ?" "Well," said O'Brier, "I have another bone to pick with you-riay as well kill two birds with one stone. My three cows, ancients have shot the wan, sweet moon, so I've sold my station. I want to marry Peggy off-hand, and trip it gently round the teeming earth." "Impossible; the Kilted 'Possuki' requires her services." “Hang the Kilted 'Possum,'” cried Fitzdoodle, impatiently. "Are her young years to glide through beexengines? Is her young heart to be sepulchred in Banburys pas "No," returned Mr. Frecklenose; "you put it in such a poetical light that I can't refuse. Bless you, my children 1" Then pa Frecklenose took "an arm of each," and led them in to "pick a bone." 6 ·CHAPTER XXII. DINNER AND DOVETAILS. GABERORIOOgreatest of writers, once broke out in song; but only once,-just as whooping-cough gencrally breaks out once in children. He sang- "O love! my love! when in your eyes (Those gentle eyes of speedwell blue !) There lurks a dream of paradise That angels whisper unto you, When in their deeps a heav'nly light Lends lustre to their sweeter heav'n, Twin stars are they, and I ?—the night The reden sighed, 'We dine at seven."" It is obvious to the Victorian eye that that maiden must have been a tough unmarried spinster, who thought more of Brillat-Savarin than of Ovid. The gastronomical trcatise of the Frenchman had evidently taught her to display her alimentary yearnings-those“ dreams of paradise"-in the pure "speedwell blue" of her "gentle cyes." And what had Ovid taught her? Bah I comparisons are Ovid-ious. Frank Frecklenose was one of those great men-alas ! how few there are upon this terrestrial globe-whose souls are entirely absorbed in their dinners, a spiritual phenomenon of more frequent occurrence than that suggested by the antithesis-viz., that of their dinner being entirely absorbed" by heir souls. The art of dining > had occupied his mind during many years, and he had arrived at the conclusion that the choicest of dishes, unless it be served up'under the subdued light of a pink-globed lamp," is not worth pepper and salt. He had frequently spumed the soothing saveloy, and treated ·118 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. with disdain the passive onion, solely because of the absence of the "pink-globed lamp." Mr Frecklenose therefore had a "pink-globcd lamp." He had, moreover, an innate genius for inviting guests who “dovetañed into one another." Any invilt sitting down to dinner without exhibiting his dovetail-even under the pretext of wearing a swallowtail-was looked upon as a very unsociable and reprehensible person. Fitzdoodle was in riding dress, and his absence of dovetail could be excused under existing oircumstances (had he worn one, it would most probably have been boiled”); but Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston and his wiſe, the fair flautist-néc Lconora 'Topweight-had very extensive dovetails indeed. Cerulia Topweight had adopted a subducd dovetail, with which she fanned the flame she supposed she had kindled in Frank Frecklenose's breast; Mr. Materson, a young Britisher, had brought with him a pleasant, perly, cockneyfied dovetail ; Dr. Shinbone, the eminent dentist, sported a troublous dovetail, strongly impregnated with myrrh ; and papa Topweight, the wealthy purveyor of tripe, indulged in a dovetail, wellmeaning enough, though partly plumeless with age. As to Frank Frecklenose, he kept his dovetail to himself. Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston, as we have said, had an irrepressible and adaptable dovetail, so with a preliminary whisk he started a political topic,—“Great and rising colony going to dogs, don'tchernow,-wants a Randolph Churchill put things straight Going to set up in that line myself , don'tchernow; fourth party! When Frecklenose prime minister, badger him till he's blue, and all that sort of thing, don'tchernow." Then "every one smothered a smile," and the poor little germ of hilarity expired in agony. Medicine then kdovetailed " into politics, and a discussion ensued as to the precise position of the pane creas in the human frame, much to the detriment of that organ, which was finally relegated by a concensus of opinion to a place underneath the left shoulder blade. Next, Mr. Topweight spoke of early colonial days, when Frecklenose and himself were neither Josephs nor St. Antonys, when Miss Susannah Burgess, belonging to the corpse de bally had kindled an erotic fame in the bosom ·Dinner and Dovetails. ., 119 2 of the host, whereupon Frecklenose turned pale, and spilt a spoc pfal of goose-gravy adown Cerulia's emerald robe. ."Tell us s'more 'bout Susannah, old 'un-highly interested,” cried the Irrepressible. "" Ask Frecklenose," returned the wicked old gentleman, with a malicious chuckle ; upon which Frecklenose rosc, and papa Topweight, passed a mauvais quart d'hcure! As soon as the guestsøhad adjourned to the drawingruon, Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston had a still more unpleasant time of it. His unseemly interest in Susannah Burgess (a common ballet-woman I) had ruffled the feathers of the connubial dovetail. Mrs. Tol-de-Rolleston, since her marriage, had abandoned the flute, but her sister, Cerulia Topweight, had, as usual, brought her cornet-à-piston. To her great annoyance, however, it was found that an inquisitive mouse had expired in one of its bends, so the customary solo had to be dispensed with. The Irrepressible, too, was to the fore. "Have sweet new song, owr.composition, don'tchernow," cried Leo, sitting down to the piano; "here goes." - 6 SOMEWHERE." A flying crowd, a butcher brave, A bright light in his murderous eya A tice that, from an alley, gave A savage sound, a dieadful cry. I know not, sweet, where it mayıstand With tail erect, and bristling hair, Yet by that sound, I understand A maddened sow's somewhere ! Somewherd; somewhere, ** Ay, my lady fair.--- I fel a sudden searching pain Somewhere, somewhere. > "Somewhere I somewhere !"" cried the Irrepressible, in imitation of the itinerant hawker of song books.

·120 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. «« Somewhere I somewhere!' twenty-four songs for vun penny-"Comin' thro' the Rye, 'The Lorst Cord, "Ark l'ear the angels sin',' 'The 'orn of the 'unter,' 'Arf a mile from Edinboro' town,' 'Felishal's Francies very funny, Turkish delight,' and 'A Jubilec Hode to Her Majesty, vun penny. Pipe up Villiam an give the ladies an' gen'lemen a toon Twenty-four songs for vun penny" The attention of the company was now directed to Mr. Frecklenose, who, convulsed with laughter in a corner of the room, exhibited unmistakable signs of approaching apoplexy. "O pa," cried Peggy, "you look like a purple putopkin, and what's the good of my sewing your buttons on they're going off like coffins out of the fire !" At that moment a button, flying into space in the manner described, struck upon the nose of the Irrepressible, and Mr. Frecklenose was commanded, for obvious reasons, to quit the room. Leo's song was greatly admired. Not like those mystical things of Browning's," said Dr. Shinbone, "where the point is obscured by sophistries and painfully-involved parentheses. In this simple ballad the point is obvious." "At any rate the young man was painfully impressed by it," put in Tol-de-Rolleston, gaily.' " I don't suppose he sat down to study Browning for a considerable length of time." Cerulia next throned upon the music-stool. “Sound an Alarm," and Handeled it if a masterly man- The finished vamping of her accompaniment was rewarded by Ananimous praise. “Hantle not in it!" cried Leo; "never composed anything like it all his life.” Meanwhile Peggy and Eilzdoodle had seated them-- selves upon the margin of the pool, which shimmered beneath the starlit dome of heaven. Soon the distant sounds of a waltz broke the silence, and shadows of happy couples fitted across the window blind. “Looks like a shadow dance," said Fitzdoodle, solemnly; "thus Ait the dreams of youth across the window-blind of life 1 She sang ner.

·Dinner and Dovetails.
I 21
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"Oh, darling! you are a born poet," cried Peggy, with
enthusiasır.; "you remind me of Tennyson."
“Tennyson !' He wouldn't have a ghost of a chance if
I were to publish my great poem in four cantos-not the
ghost of a chance."
"Do you believe in ghosts, dear?" asked lcggy,
simply. Her sweet thoughts, effortless, took no arial
flights beyond the uttered ward.
"Ghosts? Oh, yes; have a family ghost, a Banshee,
or She-ghost, haunts the ancestral halls of the O'Briers,
and all that sort of thing. But, pshaw !” he added,
gloomily “There are no ghosts but those of a man's
own raising-boiled black babies-boiled black babies!"
Then they rose and walked in silence back to the
house, and a bat 'fcw whirring round their heads with
a ghostly flutter of leathery wings. Peggy, terrified, ran
forward towards the house. She is scoring a run off the
bat," muttered Fitzdoodle, with a spectral smile.

·CHAPTER XXIII. Eno's ! ENO's! crease. PEGGY FRECKLENOSE and her lady friends were disporting themselves in a meadow hard by the homestead of Yabboo Yabboo. With the assistance of the Irrepressible and Mr. Materson they had pitched a passably bumpy wicket, and, notwithstanding the excessive heat-(the sun was one hundred and one in the shado)-the members of the little party were enjoying themselves heartily. Peggy, now untrammelled by the four counters of the "Kilted Opossum," was as vivacious as any cricket, as, bat in hand, she pranced merrily about the popping "Over !" cricd Leo, (who was bowling insinuating "slows; "and the "leather" at that ament flew over an adjacent wall. “Over the garden-wall , Materson after it, boy; show the ladies how a cockney looks, foreshortened." Mr. Materson-'pricked on by knightly spur of female cyes'-scaled the bricks and mortar, and alighting uncomfortably upon a prickly cactus, sent up the ball. This act of trespass on the neighbouring property w 6 resented by #large heavy-jowled mastiff that came hurrying to the spot. Materson hazarded a flying-leap c The dog, however, seemingly wishful to test the quality of white flannel worn by the amiable cockney, hindered the latter's progress by adhering firmly to the material. " They'll have a guineais pay between them, for cutting the cloth !" cried theírrepressible in high glee. Poor Materson, bisected by the bricks and mortar, and withheld à posteriori by canine persuasion, sent up a plaintive cry of discomfort. "By Jove! It's like an allegory," again cried Leo. Medieval Superstition clinging to Modern Truth." Just then Modern Truth revealed its inner glory, and b ·Eno's / Eno's / , 123 Medieval Superstition vented its impotent_rage upon the flimsy yet it had rent away. Modern Truth came tumbling back into civilisation and cricket, and modestly retired for repairs. Alas I the world will ever spurn the naked truth. Cricket continued, and Peggy being soon out, l.b.w., resigned the “willow" in favour of Cerulia. Fitzdoodle now joined the party. His “boiled” expressio:was more accentuated than ever, and he looked worn with fatigue, as though he had been burning the midnight oil. Come and bowl for us, dearest," cried Peggy, running towards him;" we've all been waiting for you, anxiously.” Fitzsloodle siniled limply and took the proffered ball. He bowled overhand, underhand, and round arm, fast and slow, but his balls were ſearfully and wonderfully wide, and Cerulia "slogged" the atmosphere with surprising vigour, "Oh! I cannot bowl, my love, I cannot bowl !" cried Fitzdoodle suddenly to Peggy, who was fielding at point. “ I feel as though I was bowling boiled babies 1" Peggy grew pale, and her gentle eyes were dimmed with gatherings. " Has anything happened?" she asked, anxiously. “Yes! I've had a long letter from Caldron, dearest; twenty-eight pages, crossed I" “Tell me all about it, dear," said Peggy tenderly, when Fitzdoodle had relinquished the "leather." "Oh! darling, I am aweary, aweary; twenty-eight pages, crosses First of all, he told me the land of Goschen was situated by the rolling waters of the Murray;' then he said that he'd liv'd in Arcadia, and found it a 'lotus-eating Paradise;' then he called me Corydon' "What's that, dear?" 'I don't know, love. When he went on to say he was 'deep in the musty leaves f Themis volume,' which he said was an artificial daughter of Nature,' and so on. Next he went into a long, long history about Susannah Burgess and Black, from the creation upwards-went right through the whole demented wheel-barrow business --twenty-eight pages, crossed I and by the time I got to bed this morning, the sun was peering over the brim of ·C I 24 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. thc wide plain,' wondering what the deuce I could be up to!" "Poor darling!" said Peggy, compassionately ; "I don't wonder you look ill !" I should think so, indeed; he quoted Virgil and 7"e Argus, referred me to Balzac (bother Balzac !), talked about the Bayeux Tapestry, said he was like Praed's Vicar'; 28 pages, love ! It'e a precious wonder he didn't say anything about Gaboilioo-or whatever you call him! I don't know what he's going to charge for that letter, but if it's more than three-and-fourpence, I won't pay it i “ Poor darling !" again said 'Peggy, stroking Fitzdoodle's fair locks. “What a dreadful expense this thrilling drama has put you to." Just then the game of cricket was abandoned. The ball would keep on knocking down thc wickets, and as the sun was still one hundred and one in the shade, the players found it much too hot to kcep on putting them up. Dr. Shinboné had joined the group. It was noticed that his face wore an expression of profound gravity. The eminent dentist had recently made a marvellous discovery-Electricity and steam," said, “have turned us dil into Bohemians." « Lor 1" exclaimed Mrs. Tol-de-Rolleston; "how awful “Been in Bohemia meself," cried the Irrepressible ; "thin bread and butter and souching late as six ; suppers-Champagne, and all that after midnight. Aw- £'ly jolly place, Bohemia." "O Leo! you're a disgracę to our great and rising colony," exclaimed his wife, much shocked.. The Irrepressible feigned to wipe away a tear, and winked at Dr. Shinbone; but the great surgeon cast down his eyes, and murmured something about being as "mad as a hatter." Mr. Frecklenose now put it an appearance, and the ladies grouped themselves utider, the shady boughs of a witch elm, while the gentlemen entertained them with lively sallies of wit and cheap repattee. Modern Truth had repaired his rents, and was ready for another century of service. “Glad you're mended, Materson," said the Irrepressible. " Ladies can see your back without regret, now."

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8
6
“Sir," said Dr. Shinbone, dryly, “I wonder Mr.
Materson cant stomach your insolence."
“You're Mying from east to west, now, doctor," returned
Leo. “Talking about stomachs, did you ever hear tale
'bout Sydney Smith? When doctor told great wit to take
walk on an empty stomach, Sydney Smith simply asked,
Upon whose ?* Very funny, dontcherknow."
Mr. Frecklenose smiled wintrily.
"Tales !" again burst forth the Irrepressible. "Tell
you heaps of tales ! Did you ever hear 'bout Charles
Lamb, when a lady said, 'How do you like babies, Mr.
Lamb?' Lamb replied (he stuttered, dontcherknow),
“B—-boiled !' Very funny, by Jove !"
What had he said? What had he done? Mr.
Frecklenose, in a dead faint, lay prone upon the green
sward !
“He knows! He knows 1” murmured Fitzdoodle,
solemnly, as he gazed sternly upon the prostrate form.
“Eno's be hanged !" exploded the great dentist ;
"leave him to me!"
When Frecklenose awoke from his swoon, he saw
athat stern ga still riveted upon his face, and he
moaned, "'Ë knows, 'e knows/"

·CHAPTER XXIV. WANTED, AN ASSASSIN. THE great Caldron, the most brilliant legal luminary of all the Australias (the acquittal of the innocent l'itzdoodle had made him world-famous) sat upon his eminent chair, with a "silent smile" upon his eminent face. He had received a post-card from O'Brier, and certain reflections, consequent on the perusal thereof, were fomenting in his eminent brain. "Greatest and most perspicacious of men (ran the post-card), as your forensic nose is now diligently applied to the grindstone of investigation, and as you suppose I know something with regard to the literary motives which actyated the assassin of Oliver Back, and as the exigencies" of romance, so far as I am concerned, no longer necessitate my silence, I will clean out the Augean stables of brooding grief and concentrated gloom and tell you all! What I shall tell you (when I see you) will make the very hair of your eminent wig to straighten, and grow grey. I know the murderer! canwhile, I pray you subdue your too expectant nerves. I should recommend a course of quirline and iron, for your very nerve centres will throb and shoot like unto barometric coms.-Yours, "SITZDOODLE. "P.S.—What a lot you can get on a post-card !" “Remarkably talented young man,-Fitzdoodle!" muttered Caldron, gazing fonely at the cryptogram, which : now hung, framed and glazed, in the layyer's chamber. "Such a wealth of metaphor, such a classic" The lawyer shivered like an a$pen leaf as a gentle "purr” broke upon his ear. “D--that cat, how it dill startle me, the brute !" he exclaimed, hurling his inkstand over his shoulder in the direction whence came the sound. Immediately the lawyer's head was subjected to ·66 Wanted, an Assassin. pi27 the process of “punching," and a flood of misguided English poured upon his tympanum. What d'ye mean by it, you crack-brained wig-prop!" purred the man of genius, drying his shirt front with M2 Caldron's blotting pad. Doin't go makin' no cryptograms on my shirt front with your (qualified) red-hink 1" “ Hirc illæ lachrymæ ! " sighed Mr. Caldron, brushing away a tear Why do you come purring around in that fashion ? Hav'rt you a little regard for my felines ?" When Virgil had dried his shirt front, he took a seat upon the lawyer's table and "purred” more pleasantly. “Well I Cowslip," said Dante, briskly,"anything fresh ? “Yes ; I've been thinking lately about this Wheelbarrow mystery. Since I had that little set-to with Clawby, and proved to him conclusively "-here the Cowslip illustrated his meaning by a violent thrust at the eminent lawyer's abdomen—"proved to bim conclusively that he was wrong as regards Fitzdoodle, 've been thinking who I could haul up with any chance of success.” “Weil ?” said Caldron, writhing. “Well, I consider that the exigencies of romance will not be thoroughly satisfied until someone is arrested for the murder of Oliver Black, and found guilty. First of all, I thought of you." “Me?" cried Dante, pale with alarm. “Yes ! you. There's any amount of evidence against you. Didn't you play nap with the deceased at the Dressing-Gown Club that night, and give Irim an I.O.U. for two and fourpence-kalfpenny :) "Y-e-,' assented Caldron, with chattering teeth. "Well, it has been cleari; shown that some paper of great value to the assassin was taken from the corpse. Now, was you're 1:0.U. found upon him ?" "No-0--0, I–I don't think-it-t-tówas, n-n-n-ow I C-c-come t-t-t-to think of it.” “Very well, then, there you are !" purred the man oi genius, producing a pair of hand-cuffs.' The great lawyer fell upon his knees, ·128 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. "Oh, Cowslip," he cried, the tears streaming from his eyes, " believe me, I am innocent-I am inrocent as an unfledged dove. I am--but stop-I can prove an alibi !" A deep blụsh suffused the countenance of the eminent lawyer. "'Well? "Let me whisper it, Cowslip; even walls have ears, and truth is stranger than fiction." Then Çaldron whispered- “Ha! ha! ha! he! hel. he !” laughed the two together. The man of genius relented. Good old alibi ! "Well," continued Virgil, when the laughter had subsided, "I've thought of Mrs. Gabbleton, with her misanthropic tendencies, Mrs. Crackles, the Coroner, Miss Frecklenose, pa Topweight (to whom the corpse o'wed a small sum for a tripe supper à domicile), the foreman,of the jury, and finally, I've hit upon an excellent . " Yes! who's he?" “Why, Lessland, the aristocrat, Black's friend, and a witness at the trial," exclaimed the manuf genius, with a look of irleffable pride. " Bah!" “Why, bah ?" "I don't know, Cowslip; but I should say, bah !". "Wasn't he with the corpse in his last hours ? didn't they get drunk together and surely"-here the light af genius shone resplendent in Cewslipä eyes-"surely if one was drunk enough to get murdered, the other was drunk enough to murder him?" "O Cowslip," cried the great lawyers "you are even greater than Clawby! i worship you." For a moment the thin, tapering form of the man of genius stood statuesque, ang, a kind of halo of detective glory shone about his noble<brow. “The exigencies of romance require is, he said at last, Caldron rose from the ground, "and really, Gaborihohooh himself could never have devised a greater Criumph of detective skill." "You are right, Virgil," assented the lawyer. " By-the-bye, Dante, I shall have to conduct you once as

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more to the Infernal Regions. Mudlark lieth sick, and
would fain have audience with you."
“Susannah Burgess! begad, and the boiled babies !
She wants to tell me about Susannah !"
“When shall I call, Dante?"
“At eight, Virgil. The clouds, indeed, do thicken, but
there shall be light at last!"

·CHAPTER XXV. > DEATH OF THE GREAT MAGICIENNE. VIRGIL stepped into Dante's office at the appointed hour, and found the man of gloom eager to plunge once móre into the Infernal Regions. The great magicienne was on her death-bed, and as Caldron thought she knew something about the Boiled Baby business, he was anxious to hear what confessions might spring from the dying woman's lips. When they reached the Hall of Magic, and entered the dark passage, the rodents who had caused the lawyer's downfall on two previous occasions set up a squeak of delight and prepared for fun. Mr. Caldron, however, only once slipred through to the basement taking with him a considerable quantity of lath and plaster, so that the rats, on the whole, were dissatisfied, and vented their spite on the Vade Mecum, left by the lawyer on his second visit. The lawyer found the fairy-like child pale, and weary, and worn with grief, at the approaching death of her beloved Macire. Another girl of tender years, wearing upon her face the traces of recent tears, stood in the room--that sacred home of mystical reseafch and spiritual cylture. The great marzicienne, then, lay upon Her death-bed. Her strongly-marked, intellectual ſcatures were pale and emaciated, and in her eyes there chonc a spirituous light. The bottle of Schnapps and the beautiful broken cup, those two graceful vessels---Wrought by some unknown artist, who had informed them with his spirit-lay beside her on the bed, and the frequent fluttering of the wan, trembling hand towards those tastcrul objects of plastic art, showed how fondly the mother had cherished them. She raised the broken cup to her lips, and fervently kissed its brim, as though bidding a last, long farewell to a beloved friend. The homely little bed was still but ·• Death of the Great Magicienne. 131 scahtily supplied with linen, which closely resembled, in its colour, tige dingy yellow tresses of the dying sorceress. A flood of hot tears burst from Caldron's eyes-perhaps the first he had shed since his happy school-boy days, when the quick birch was wont to stk the torpid mind. The sad thought of it flashed through his brain, and instinctively his hand wandered to the point of contact. Even the man of genius could not restrain his tears, and ever and anon he dried his eye and nose with imaginary cambric. "At Madame Mudlark's request, the two girls, with a tearful smile, left the bedside. They might go, said the dying woman, elsewhere ; so they withdrew to the darkest corner of the chamber, and then-transient are the tears of youth as the gentle showers that sparkle in April sunlight--they put out their little tongues at the dear mother, who again raised the cup to her lips and smiled, as though in communion with beloved spirits. “Ah! mes cher amis," she began, in a strange, unearthly voice, that sounded almost angelic in the small, hushed room,“ blarst you." • Caldron's tears flowed fast—"You expressed a desire to see me, sweet mother, ere you left us for another sphere?” he said, with a tender, compassionate smile. “Yes, blarst you-that is, are you a divine? I need no spiritual succour, cuss you!" and again she kissed the cup. "For years—alas ! how they have flown, cuss 'em-my soul has been chastened by spiritual thought and silent prayer, and I want no bloomin', blazin' parsons to guiac me in my last hours of mostal agony, blow it !” The man of genius sobbed aloud. "Chuck out them whelps--bless them," she said, tenderly. The two sweet children rose, and hand in hand, without a murmur, they left the sick room; only turning supon the thresholch, when they placed their tiny thumbs upon their tender, rosy noses—"tip tilted like the petals of a flower"-anå speading out their little fingers, bid the sweet mother a silent adieu. "I can't stand-Boohoo much more of this, Cowslip," cried the great lawyer, wringing his handkerchief. The man of genius wrung his hand. "M101 ami," continued the sorceress, in a low voice, ·132', The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. "you are a great lawyer, blarst and cuss you, knowing: the dark ways of social life, walking as a beayt of prey in this vile valley of tears, and death, and misery, cuss you, I have brought you hither it order to confide to you'a mighty secret about my daughter." "Are you Susannah Burgess's mother?" asked the ” lawyer in surprise. "I am, caro mio, blarst you,” replied the moribund with a pathetic smile, and she again kissed the cup. “My sweet daughter, now departed to a certain place, was passing beautiful in the tender grace of girlhood-as I was once, when in the proud courts of ancient Europe l'ad a bloomin', blazin' fine time of it. But she, Ina fille chérie, ange du paradis, took on with swells, blarst 'em, and left me with such solace in my dread loneliness as niy poor learning could supply, took on with swells, and amongst them came that bloomin' blazin' humbug, Frank Frecklengse, blarst and cuss him!” “Heavens!” S'Eavins !" cried the lawyer and the man of genius in a breath. The beloved Madre fell back exhausted on her pillow, and the sweet children, hand in hanu, came back into the room, like two fair angels waiting to bear away the pure stainless soul. “ Has the end come," whispered the lawyer. "No," murmured the dying lady, with a seraphic look, “no, blarst and cuss you!" Then, after a painful silence, she began, “She saw him boil it, boil it in a cauldron." " " Ah l"' the two men listened in breathless suspense. * Boiled what, sweet mother ?* whispered Caldron, drawing near. “Give me gold, and I will tell you, gold! gold! Ile gave me gold to save himself from ignominious shame and death! Gold ! gold I see here 1" and the dying lady tore open the mattress and the pillow. Goldle gold I it streamed upon the floor. She burst open the bed-posts-gold ! gold! She strack the table with her cherished bottle, and out of it rolled gold i gold! She pulled a string hanging at the bedside, and down from the ceiling showered gold ! gold1 Gold poured from her yellow hair-gold came oozing up through the floorboards—leaking from the walls. It streamed in shining ·Death of the Great Magicienne. o' 133 ever-clinking masses everywhere-gold! gold its gathering torren burying the feet of the two men. Gold! gold ! A Niagara of gold-an ocean of glittering goldup to their knees ! everywhere gold i gold ! Away 1 away ! " cried the lawyer, "we shall be buried in gold." They turned and fled, the two angelic children had disappeared ; and, upon the surface of the ever-growing torrent there was an eddying movement, like that produced by a drowning creature in her last struggles. Then came a cry, stifleď and low and strange, amid the chinking of the ever-gathering gold. “Goldl gold ! blarst and cuss you u !" Mother Mudlark was no more. “A terrible sight," whispered Caldron, watching the growing glory of that golden sea ! “Yes, Dante, it was indeed !" returned the man of genius, as he borrowed a half-sovereign from the ocean of gold.

·CHAPTER XXVI. THE NEW GUSTONER. Ir it be true that "Truth is stranger than Fiotion"-and this immortal drama hath established it without a doubt -1 it is equally true that “Procrastination is the Thief of Time." Fitzdoodle, though plunged once more into the vortex of Melbourne life, reflected sagely, in his, leisure inoments, upon thc golden precept just enunciated; yet he was loth to make his promised conſession to the inquisitive Caldron, who daily sat knawing the nails of expectancy in his cininent chamber, "Why;" muscd O'Brier," why should I write finis to thc remarkable romance in which the exigencies of Australian literature have cast me to play so grand and noble a ról. Such indeed would be the incvitable result of a too hasty, confession, so Caldron had better sit and whistle during another chapter or two!" “Procrastination is the Thief of Timc !” Fitzdoodle's thoughts wandcred back to the copy-books of his youth, in whose pages this great truth had been inscribed with painful rquotition and blots ad infinitum. Happy days, he thought, when literary patriotism had no meaning to his embryo mind; when the sweet pain of yearning love troubled him not, when no boiled babics. fed on his damask cheek when no ghastly vision of the gallows disturbed his sleep; when brain, and stomach were practically one and indivisible, when the development of the one was encouraged by the Argumentum ad Bircham, and the transient pains of the other were gently dispelled by the Argumentum ad Beecham. Happy days of youth ! Où sont les nciges Lantan! Fitzdoodle's mind was made up at last. The fair Peggy skould no longer languish in the beery einbrace of the "Wilted Opossuin.". Were "Cook's Tours” invented for nothing ? No! He would marry Peggy at once, and ·The New Customer, . 135 9 I "hand-in-hand, and heart to heart, they would leave the land of the golden fleece, and boiled black babics, and vehicular mysteries,-never more to set foot upon its sfiores. Wich I'm glad to see you in the land of the livin', Mr. Fitzdoodle," said Mrs. Crackles, with an emotional crick interrupting the sombre reveries of her lgdger, "wich its thanks to my hevidence that yer neck didn't- Crick! “Mrs. Cråckles, I wish you'd get your "cricking' apparatus attended to, its getting rustier, and louder, and more frequent than ever; and after all the confounded worry I've had, my nerves won't stand it. I don't want to be unkind, but it always reminds me of a baby's rattle. If you had suffered as I have from boiled babies you would appreciate niy feelings." "Elas ! Sir," cricked Mrs. Crackles, dissolving into gutta-percha-like tears, "wich indeed I'ave suffered from em too (crick !) which my god-mother's sister's 'usband's Step-sister's first when tecthin' disappeared all of a sudden (crick !) an' nobody never knewed nothing about it till (Erick !) I finds a tecthin' ring in the pot-o-foo, as the French cook called it, namin' the dish (crick !) after the 'usband of the lady in the bible as wasn't partic'lar about 'er morals, wich I felt that sick (crick !) as I've never spoke French since ! ” Mrs. Crackles's experiences were cut short by the arrival of a postyan, who came laden with a posi-card for Mr. Fitzdoodlc, which informed the latter that Peggy hau returned to town, had resumed her duties at the "Kilted Opossum," and would be pleased to sce Mr. Fitzdoodle as soon as Mr. Fit2doodle could make it convenient to himto During the perusal of his lady's missive, O'Brier's brow had wrinkled angerly. He rose and paced his room, and the “boiled” expression re-appeared upon his face. “He has brass," he murmured, “illimitable brass-and his daughter is charming, and, sooth to say, I have gone perhaps too far to recede. Now, if the old beggar would only make up his mind to 'snuff it.'- Snuff it! the very words that call me back to my sole seifi O why, O why did he boil 'em !"

·136., The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. Ere long, Fitzdoodle had regained his customary composure, and sauntered forth in the cool of the evening towards the “Kilted Opossum,” musing, as he went, on the great lesson Australian fiction had taught him-"Truth is stranger than Fiction.” He became, at last, so buried in thought that his footsteps led him accidentally into divers strange places, principally bars, and his brow wrinkled angeriyas each time he was compelled, for the sake of appearances, to ask for something short." Whilst in one of these places, his attention was attracted by a shabby, uncouth figure slinking away into a corner. Had Mr. O'Bricr's eyes been agreed as to the necessity of perfect singleness of tocus they would have recognised the form and features of an old friend. As it was, a full binocular stare revealed nothing but a hazy duality of shape, so Fitzdoodle closed an eye experimentally; then a vague recollection of somebody seen before slowly impressed itself upon his consciousness. So lost was he in the contemplation of the strange figure, that he scarcely realised that it was moving stealthily towards him, until he felt a rusty pair of handcuffs slipped upon his wrists. “Wha'sh matter now?" cried Mr. O'Brier ; mysterish more exigensh? Not if I know it, m'boy! I've had 'nough of sh' exig'nshies of romansh.” But the stranger persisted. "I am an experienced detective of twenty years' standing," he cried. 16 I'm Mr. Clawby-the great Clawby-the renowned Clawby, who arrestede Fitzdoodle O'Brier-the great detective whose »!me is writ large upon the glorious roll of Fame !" Alas! the splendid disguises of the great detectivc, where were they now? A nondescript aggiomeration of rags and tattes, remains of former disguises, now covered his manly form; and his nose, thas he once likened to the ferret's, was swollen and magnificently adorned by a natural disguise of "grog-blossoms,” "Since O'Brier's escape," onntinued Clawby, in a husky voice, an escape due solely 80:ntisguided judicial opinionI have imade seven hundred and forty-seven arrests; but at last the assassin has fallen a prey to my detective skill! Follow me!" "Takemoffi" cred Fitzdoodle, terrified. “Takemoffi 'Minnoshent as boiled baby! M'namsh Fitzdoodle moi ·. The Niw Customer. 137 'Brier ; had , 'nough of d-d wheel-barrow mystery. Takemoff, Clawby 1" “Fitzdoodle O'Brier 1” exclaimed the great detective, "ofoiled ! foiled again ! alds! shall I never run some murderer to earth 7 shall I be at last compelled to arrest the ignominious Cowslip ?" Slowly the famous detective liberated his prisoner, and Fitzdopdle hurriedly quitted. the bar. Looking back, he saw the rusty handcuffs slipped upon the wrists of a new comer, and the light of triumph gleaming once more in Clawby's eyes. Mr. Fitzdoodle struggled diligently in the direction of the “ Kilted Opossum," turning neither to the left nor to the right. His encounter with Clawby had had the beneficial effect of bracing up his excited nerves, so that by the time he reached the shrine of Frecklenose's Special,' and Peggy, his brain functioned with tolerable lucidity. “O Fitz, how pale you are ! were Peggy's first words, what have you been doing ? "Nothing, dearest, nothing, ---been studying the Mystery of Bathing Machine-Emerson, you know, awfully thrilling 1" "Poor darling 1 you'll kill yourself with over study. -- The usual tap, dear ?" “Yes, love." The arrival of a customer put an end to the lover's confidences which had just commenced. The stranger was a tall fresh complexioned young man with strany coloured moustache and curly hair. "How like you, dearest," whispered Reggy to her lover, same height and build and quite fairy just like you, dear, so handsome, too." “Is the boss at home ?" asked the stranger, with a consequential air. Yes, Sir, hr'll be here in a moment," answered Peggy, siniling. She aheaght the costume (a large check pattern) worn by the stranger, gave him quite an aristocratic appearance. “Glad to see you out of quod," said the new comer, turning to Fitzdoodle. “Been in quod myself ;-one touch of nature makes the whole world kin, don't you know." 66 ·138. The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. 66 Fitzdoodle was spared the angry reply that rose to his lips, by the opportune appearance of Mr. Frecklcnosc. Then a strange thing happened (quite as strange as anything that crer came to pass in thc tombs of Kôr)': ilic landlord of thica" Kilted Opossum" advanced towarıls the stranger, looked him steadily in the face for a moment, turned ashy pale, and, with a deep groan, fled, with more precipitancy than grace, into the back parlour. "That won't do for me," the stranger called out in a Joud voice, "I've got a little natter to squire with you. They ain't donc boiling yct!” "Boiling !" cried Peggy and Fitzdoodle in a breath. What can he mean?" The stranger without a word sprang lightly over the bar, entered the parlour, and remained closeted with the landlord for the rest of the evening. Wlien at last hc rosc to take his leave "Frecklenose's special" had wrought strange havoc in liis brain. l'assing unsteadily through the bar, he held Mr. Frecklenose affectionately by the arm-"Babish! boiled or baked!" he cried. “All hot ! All hot! Babish! Babish!" Then paic with fright at the changed aspect of her father, Peggy hastily produced her cushion of tribulation and fainted away. She had recognised Podger Lessland, the corpse's bosom friend.

·CHAPTER XXVII. “THE HEART BOWED DOWN." FITZDOODLE did ultimately get home. But his driams that night were unaccountably spectral. A gibbering sıcaming-hot black baby-disturbed his first sleep by squatting à cheval upon his chest and giving a gloomy recitation of "Eugene Aram.” “Two ragged blows with a jaggcd stick, and then the deed was done!” The boiled rcciter got quite Irvingesque over this passage, and Fitzdoodle was obliged to dispel the vision with a boot. Next, pa Frecklenose, Lcssland, and Pegsy, sat upon his bed and devoured with great gusto several ebon infants that squealed and writhed with delight upon the forks of the cannibalistic trio, who discourscd ir stage whispers on certain points of Malthusian philosophy. Fitzdoodle hurled his night-cap, in their midst and the group vanished. Byt boiled black babics soon trooped in shoals about the room; performed gymnastic feats upon the bedstead rails; sang pieans to his indispensables ; chascd each other over the pillow; boiled black Queen Mabs; took short swallow flights on wings of knives and forks; and boiled one of their number in the washhand basin. So Fitzdoodle rose and smote that visionary liliputian army hip and thigh, and awoke with a start to find himself standing slipper in hand in the middle of his bed-chamber, and the cold drops of perspiration standing on his angerly. wrinkled brow. When Mrs. Crackles, at the breakfast hour, served up two succulent "black-puddings,” Mr. O'Brier waxed more wroth than ever, and flung them and certain variegated specimens of English at his landlady's hapless head. Fitzdoodle groaned in spirit. "If everybody knew," he muttered, with tears gathering in his eyes, "if they only knew what it is to be the hero of a shitling shocker, they would never, never read another." " Wich it's like my aunt's grandmother on the father's ·น. 149 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. “ Dere Fitz, х X х side as wrote a hortobiogravy, wich she was so mauled by the crickets as she changed her name and died in the horspital.” Another post card from 'Peggy put an end to this dismal colloquy. It ran :- "I don't know what's the matter with pa, but he's "evidently gone rong in 'is upper story.. He's put on a four-ale insted of Irish, and ritten to the brewers for five hogsheads of banburys. Now he's in the back parler riting 'is memores, he says. Do come and see the old loonatic, dere. I'm getting quite angshuş. Mr. Lessland's been here again, he won't pay for his drinks, and says he'll see pa boiler first.--Your own “PEGGY." “Bother the old fossil," was Fitzdoodle's impatient comment on this piece of news. "Writing his memoirs, by Jove ! Another mystery to swell the glories of Australian literature. Alas! poor Peggy ! poor Peggy ! when she knows all ! I wonder whether the confounded old imbecile means to finish the whole wheel-barrow business by a public confession 1" Mr. Fikzdoodle remained at home all day in order to settle that moot point in his mind, since he thought the exigencies of Australian romance required it. After an exciting game of draughts with his landlady, resulting in a signal victory for Mrs. Crackles, Fitzdoodle retired to rest, forgot the dread visions of the previous right, and awoke the next morning ready for any emergency Any cmergency took the shape of Mr. Caldron, who arrived at brerkfast time. Gentle reader, it is usual in Australia, when two men meet to discuss some matter of life or death when some great calamity hangs over their heads, when dreadful secrets seer their shrobbing hearts—it is usual to open the conversation somewhere in the following manner: “Hallo ! old chappie. What have you got for breakfist? Piece of bacon only! Humph I Now,--this is a matter of vital importance-do you like your bacon fat or lean » ·" The Heart Bowed Down." _" and so on. "Well, dear boy, I must refer you to 'Balzac's remark anent the same.' The matter is of some importance, I admit. Horace's love of bacon is well known-don't be atraid, dear boy, I'm not going to quote him!” $ Wec, wee; certainly, certainly; but don't you think, now, that a cabbage, from the point of view of scientific cookery, is highly adaptable as a relish at the matutinal meal ?" “I must refer you to Gaberorio, who said. These 'introductory conversations are not only wonderfully realistic, but they have another advantage they meet the requirements of Australian romance by filling up les chapitres chètifs. “Well," said the eminent lawyer, after the usual prelude had been gone through, “there's a trifling point in the wheel-barrow business which, it seems, you are in a position to clear up. You know the murderer, you say. Now, if Madame Mudlark knew anything about a certain paper relating to boiled babies, I think öknow the secret already. Cowslip and I have found an excellent assassin, to whom that paper might have been of value; so, there “What did Madame Mudlark tell you ?" asked Fitzdoodle, in alarm. She told me she was Susannah's mother-or supposed she was. She made a thrilling death-bed confession “ Is she dead, then ?" “As nits," replied the eminent lawyer, wiping away a tear. “She died with Christian fortitude; the gentle, penitent utterances of the great magicienne still ring in my ears. She confessed that Susanna's Burgess, in her early days, had trayed from the paths of virtue, and that Frank Frecklenose waathe shepherd swain whose amorous pipe had lured her into the Arcady of naughty ways." "Oh, Caldron, you, too, are a poet ; let me shake you by the hand. But didn't you tell me once that you had lived in Arcadia, *: called it a 'lotus-eating paradise ?»» The great lawyer Blushed. "Well,eye-es; but then Arcadia's been changed since Frecklenose's time. They never boiled black babies in my Arcadia.” “Then you know all ?--how Susanttah, when on a visit to Frecklenose's station, found, to her horror, that he was » you are, ·143 The Mystery of a IVhecl-Barrow. in the habit of boiling down black babies, for the manufacture of a certain compound of which, he held the recipe ; how that recipe fell into her hands, and, ultim.' ately, came into Black's posstession. Was the possession of that paper do you think, the motive of the wheel-barrow crime? Don't you see now that nobody but that old baby-boiler could have killed Black ? and that that recipe was taken from the corpse on the night of the murder ?" The eminent lawyer put his right hand to his eminent brow. "There seems to be a tertain plausibility in your hypothesis, but, rcally, my brain is so disturbed, that I shall have to return to my chambers in order to work it all out on a bit of paper." "And that's the reason," continued Fitzdoodle, excitedly, “that's the reason why the hunks wanted my Peggy to marry the corpse." Caldron was endeavouring to work it out on his shirtcuff by rule of three. "Now, do yot understand why I complied so unflinchingly up to a certain point, with ihc exigencies of " On the exigencies, just wait a minute please. I shall have to resort to the Algebra after all." “Wicht 'ere's another post card," said Mr. Crackles, entering the room, and banding the missive to Fitzdoodle. “What a cical of expense you do put your young woman to." Crick! Fitzdoodle snatched the post card and read it hastily. Then a Strange thing happened. He swore ! 'Then he ose to his feet, went thro' a bizane kind of war dance, and handed the post card to the great lawyer. Then a stranger thing@happened. Tie laughed and rising to his feet, he took Fitzdoodle by the hand, and together they performed a brilliant hornsipe. When the dance was over, the two nic spoke. "Well I'm blessed!" said Fitzdoodle. Well I'm blowed !” exclaimed the eminent barrister. Frank Frecklenose, the post card formed them, was no more! 93 ·CHAPTER XXVIII LITERARY EFFORTS. THE gods "enthroned on high Olympus," if we are to believe the "old Greek" (whoever he may be) had a very amusing pastime. They employed an old party named Nemcsis, a daughter of Nox (not John Knox), and a most obnoxious old lady withal, to play practical jokes upon erring mankind. A poor inortal could not commit the most trifling misdeed without being subjected to the interference of this old beldame. If he only jumped upon his mother, out of mere exuberance of spirits, --if he simply passed a pleasant half-hour disfiguring his wife with a homely poker,-if he playfully sat his first-born upon the kitchen fire, and smoked a tranquil pipe whilst listening to the sweet music of his infant's voice, -the old lady employed by the gods was sure to punish ehis waste of tine by some means or other, and her Olympian employers would crack their sides with laughter at the tortures she invented. Good old Nemesis ! At last she grew tired of hoaxing mankind, and turned her attention to the immortals themselves. She put on her spectacles, went quietly thrờugh her Lempriere, and took notes. She got up a list of indictable offences, that would have made a circuit judgt turn pale. Then she had a fine time of it I Fortunately the newspapers of Olympus are not now extant, but we may repsonably suppose that most of the cases got up by the revengeful old lady were tried in . camera, although they might compare favourably with some of the law reports which appear in the enlightened press of the Ninck sth Century. The gods banished from Olympus, and the daughter of Nox superannuated, mortals fashioned a new deity called Fate, and, according to an Australian philosopher, they elected George Eliot as her prophetess, who seems to have exhausted all her genius in endeavouring to ·144, The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. inculcate the religion of fate in the stubborn mind of Frank Frecklenose. There can be no doubt that in his early colonial life the landlord of the “ Kilted Opossum had been no better than he should have been ; and that Nemesis had made copious notes of his iniquities. Pa Topweight, if he had been questioned, would have winked and chuckled over his early conquests and those of his friend Frecklenose. Tu m'as pris Toto, je t'ai pris Tata,” he might have said, had he been acquainted with “Froufrou." But did he know what terrible secret Susannah Burgess had become possessed of? Did he dream, that his friend's honour, his life even, was in the hands of the lady whose pointes and entrechats had dimpled his heart with their fairy-like imprints ? Susannah Burgess, he had heard, had made a fool of Frecklenose, and eloped with a neighbouring squatter ; that she had gone to England, and was not likely to trouble the Australian novelist with a recital of her woes. Little did recklenose know the exigencies of Victorian romance ! Little did he reckon that the powerful pen of the master of fiction could, if necessary, resuscitate the dead, much less bring back to Auritralian scores, a poor erring ballet-girl, possessed of the means of making a little honest hush-money. Pure and spotless had he been since his bachelor days ; happy in the possession of a wife of meek and obliging nature-obliging enough, even, to quit the pages of romance at the proper moment; happy in the possession af: a daughter who held proud sway over the susceptible hearts of the habitues of the “Kilted Oppssum." What then must havembeen his horror when Over Black, in league with Susannah Burgess, landed in Melbourne, and claimed first of all large quantities of "oof" and finally the hand of his daughter Peggy. He was a high-souled public man, and had submitted to these extortions up to a certain point, but the till of the "Kitted Opossum had suddenly taken to fits of depression, and Oliver Black, in spite of all risks, was anathematised, and the heroic Fitzdoodle installed in his place. ( With Black's mu.der the black baby nightmare seemed to the happy Frecklenose to have been dispelled for ever, ambut not again the fateful secret found a reliquary ·..145 Literary Efforts. 145 in the bosom of Podger Lessland-what could he do? Podger Lessand, springing upon him unawares; brandishing the boiled black babies in his face at every moment --calling for "Scotch whisky hot-boiling hot." Commenting upon the heat of the weather-o" bowling hot day, boss, ain't it?"--would give him no peace. What could he do? Poison Lessland 1 and then? The accursed paper night fall into the hands of some other miscreant, and he, the spotless landlord of the "Kilted Opossum, the publican 'who never baptised his beer or simplified his spirits (more than was absolutely necessary), would perhags be held up to scorn as a-something dreadful, indeed, to think of! What could he do! Should he press his unwelcome customer to take more spirits than was good for the soul, in the hope that he might get run over or fall down an area ? Should he lay wait for him at the street corner and No! A happy thought at last whirred across his agitated brain. He would write his Memoirs ;he would call thcm-what? The “Confessions of a Baby-Boiler?” Something in De Quincey's style, with a touch of Gabboroiriou, and a barely-perceptible spice of James Payn. So all day Frank Frecklenose sat in the back parlour and wrote ; thinking now and then that Australia, in her admiration for his literary genius, might forget his many sins. His mind travelled back to the happy days of youth, when "glass alleys" and modest mivvys occupied his daily thoughts and his capacious pockets ; when, seated in the gloomy pew at church, his little fingers would compute his hidden wealth, and suddenly some emancipated mivvy” would clatter upon the tiled floor, and roll to rest along the clanging aisle; when the beadle's form became tapparent in the "dim religious light," and ejection from the sacred edifice was effected by that awful authority with "spurnings a posteriori not to be named;" he thought of his debut in the world of commerce and the maging mart, when, glued to his little stool in the high capacity of office-boy, his young genius displayed itself in grotesque portraiture upon his blottingpad; he reinembered his young ambition to see the world” and mix with penny-dreadful Red Indians in distant climes ; he thought of his flight to Australia, of JO ·s Old 1460 The Mystery of a IVheel-Barrow. his early successes, his Cattle Wash (alas !)his Chicken Raiser,' his ever-increasing wealth; then his mind wandered to the wild recklesslife of his early Melbourne days, when, with associates wild and reckless as himself, he sowed his “urcultivated cereals" and played Harry." He dreamed of his youthful conquests, his liaison with Susannah Burgess, her faithlessness and her flight with a neighbouring squattet., after the horrible discovery they had made. One by one, these incidents were subjected to mental analysis, and set dowh with self-accusing accuracy and painful spelling upon the bill-heads of the " Kilted Opossum." "Once or twice his autobiographical efforts were interrupted by a summons from Peggy to attend to refractory customers, or to remedy the emptiness of hydraulic beer-tubes; but these little matters effected, the "Confessions" were proceeded with in calm seclusion, and with the solemn dignity of conscious literary power. 4 At last the task was completed, and Frecklenose, as he pinned together the loose sheets and locked them up in his bureau, emitted scveral sighs of wlief and called for a drop of the usual." “What have you been scribbling all day, pa?" asked Peggy, when she had brought him the needful refreshment. “Anyone would think you were writing another Mystery." “So I have, my girl ; a short work in De Quincey's manner, Has that scoundrel Lessland been in ?” he added, anxiously. “Not yet, pa. But I think he'll Le in shortly—he said yesterday he was in urgent need of brass.' tell me why I'm co serve him with drinks and cigars for nothing ; tell me why you give him money out of the till?” “Oh, he was a friend of Black's, you see, and I'm under a trifling obligation. Mere peculinary matter ; don't distress yourself." Mr. Frecklenose, proudly bonscious of a great literary achievement, was in the gayest of moods at dinner-table. He cracked a joke with every mouthful, and washed it down with a copigus draught. Only once, when Peggy iade an innocent comnient on the potatoes (which she said had been “boiled to death"), did the "wintry smile" gather gloomily on her father's brow. No wonder, ора, ·I'147 Literary Efforts. 'ther, that Ms. Frecklenose should have felt it incumbent upon him to retire early to bed and rest his wearied brain. "Goori', Peggy, m'love," said he, “think of y'r old fatjer famoush as De Quinshey. 'Ciesslions of Baby- Bojler'--'mmortal work by Fran' Fre'lnoge! Goori', dearsh!" "What can he mean?" muttered Peggy, in alarm. "I do believe pa's going dotty.' I must write to Fitz again." It was still too early to close the hospitable doors of the Kilted Opossum," so Peggy remained in the bar. Sweet Heben moreover, was expecting her Fitzdoodelian god ; but solitude was too irksome to her sweet, ingenious mind, so she summoned the founder of the Rawkinites to come and keep her company. Polly Rawkins appeared, laden with a ponderous tome. Under Peggy's tuition, and by dint of close study of the master-pieces of Australian fiction, har. English was rapidly becoming spotlessly pure. Her brow was contracted with deep thought as she stood before her young mistress. What's the matter, Polly ?" asked Peggy.. Something you don't quite understand ?" 'Yes, miss. I've just come across this sentence: 'If man is a gregarious animal, how much more, then, is a woman?' As the humble founder of a religious sex, I should say the meaning of that sentence is obscure." “Very obscure, dear ; leave it with me, dear; I'll ask Fitz, he's so clever at tonundrums." “ Yes ; but the writer goes on to say " This is not a conundrum, bht a simple truth.'» “Well, I can only ask Fitz about it, dear;"I can't do any morc." The bar of the “Kilted Opossuni" being deserted, the Awo girls' talked on about the “curiosities of Victorian literature," wher' a flickering ray of light from the parlour attracted their atteiition. Peggy glanced hastily into the room. To her astonishment, she saw the tall figure of her father arrayed in nightcap and gown.. He unlocked his, bureau and took therefrom sundry documents of portentous size, amongst which were those closely-written sheets that had resulted from the labours of the day.

·1481 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. ccllar. “As the founder of a religious sex, I should say he might have put on his dressing-gown," said Peggy, with a blush. “Look at his legs, dear! Like matches!" The girls recoiled, terrified at the aspect of the sleepwalker--for Precklenose was obviously in a tranct. He advanced unsteadily into the bar, holding in his right hand the precious papers, and in his left the guttering candlc. Suddenly he drepped the candlestick, and, bending down, lifted up the trap-door leading to the "Peggy," he cried, in a strange voice, "your pa, now famoush inge annals of 'Stralian literasilure, dejires t'live no more. The grave now opensh at's feet ! g'cxigensh' of romansh satishficd, Peggy. Here'sh "Leash of Kilted Opossum.''Balan' sheet to end larsh year, * Recipe' and iny 'Confesshons of Baby-Boiler.' Jorigʻnal rechipee stoľn from corpsh of Oliver Black, murdered for jat purpoge. Thc awful truth flashed upon poor Peggy. “Boiled Babies-Recipe-Oliver Black-0, pa ! O pal" and with a piercing ohriek she fell prone upon the floor. Frecklcnose awoke with a start. He staggered forward with a look of terror, putting out his hands as though repulsing some frightful visionary shape--another step, and Frank Frecklenose fell headlong down the cellar steps , into an open barrel. His thin legs wobbled feebly for a second or two, then all was still. Frank Frecklenose had ceased to breathe ! » ·CHAPTER XXIX. MALT EXTRACT. suni. WHEN their first paroxysm of grief had subsided, the enyincnt lawyer and Fitzdoodle together left the lodgings of the latter, and hurried away to the “Kilted Opos- On their arrival at that noted brewery, they found that a revolution had been brewing. The founder of the Rawkinites had undertaken the onerous responsibility of directing the affairs of the " Kilted Opossum," much to the disgust of that animal's other servants. On the previous evening, after Peggy had been put to bed, the entire personnel of the “Kilted Opossum" descended to the cellar, in order, if possible, to extract the landlord from his own ma! liquor. The staff consisted of Polly Rawkins, a kitchen-maid, and a very small scullion. The plan of operations drawn up by Polly did not meet the views of the two servants. She had ordered the kitchenmaid to insinuate herself into the cask, which was to be previously emptied through the tap, and endeavour to oust the corpse from its inelegant position, while the scullion aided in the process by tugging at the projecting legs. The scullion refused point-blank to have anything to do with it; he didn't even know whether the governor was dead, he said, and would rather not trifle with those power. ful extremities, whose strength, had beeil so often tried upon his tender form. As to the kitchen-maid, she said that Polly might do the job herself; she had been engaged as kitchen-maid, and wasn't going to do no cellar-work for nobody!' So papa. Frecklenose was allowed to remain during tue night in status quo ante. In the morning, discussion was still rife as to the best means of reclaiming the deceased from the lower regions. . Polly Rawkins herself flatly declined to enter the cask with the object of shifting the deceased. As the founder of a "religious sex," she could never dream of it. Suddenly a ·150 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. brilliant idea struck the microscopic intellecy of the scullion. “If," he said, "you just leave the trappen, an' tie a clothes-line round 'is feet, we can pull'im up into the shop, without losing none o' his beer." This operation was unanimously agreed upon, and conmenced forth with ; and just as Fitzdoodle and his eminert friend entered the bar, the late landlord, sway. ing to and fro in mid-air, presented a very gruesome spectacle indeed. “What are you doing?” cried the two gentlemen, almost in a brcath. “ We're a-hauling up, thc boss, sir," said the scrilion. “He's fell in the six-ale, sir.” “Dreadful ! awful !” cried the two men, aghast. “ Yus, sir, ain't it? He might 'a' chose the four-ale or the porter-'wouldn't make much difference in the flavour, sir." How dare you ?-irreverent young ape !" cried Caldron, greatly shocked. No sooner was this angry outburst over than a nighty splash was heard. The scullion, in fact, terrified by the lawyer's menacing attitude, had relaxed his hold of the rope, and the late Mr. Frecklenosc was once more precipitated into his bier. By their more muscular cfforts, Fitzdoodlc and the lawyer ultimately cxtracted the defunct Frecklenose from his undignified position, and laid him upon his bed. “Where's Peggy ?" inquired her anxious lover, when the rescue was at last effected. "Took bad, sir, and irr bed,” answered the founder of religions. “Dr. Shinbonc is with her now “Murderous' old cracijaw!", exclaimed Fitzdoodlc; “he'll go pulling out all her teetlf, or something of that sort, if he's left long with her." Dr. Shinbone, however, shortly made his appearance.. He looked grave, professionally grave-a'sure sign that the case was not a hopeless one. “Very ill, indeed," he said, in answer to Fitzdoodle's enger inquiry; "completely demented, sir ; won't be able to serve in the bar for several weeks. Should recommend the removal of several large molars ; very serious case, indeed, sir."

·Malt Extract. 151 “How is it old Frecklenose pegged out so suddenly?" asked Caldron. “From what I can gatficr from this young woman," the doctor pointed to Polly Rawkins, "I imagine he was under the impression that his demişe wa6 a matter of necessity. He was, it appears, desirous of complying with certain requirements of dramatic-" “O, you mean the exigencies !" cried Fitzdooüle and Caldron together. Thc cminent surgeon-dentist pursed his lips professionally "Yes, cxactly, that was my idea of the case. hava known several cascs of a similar nature, though I must confess that the timely extraction of an incisor or two would in most instances have removed all risk of immcdiatc death. Let me feel your pulsc, sir," added the doctor, turning to Caldron. "M'yes, your constitution is liable at any moment to sudden disintegration, and I should strongly advise you to attend at my dispensary to-inorrow morning, whicn I shall be pleased to remove the necessary quantity of molars and incisors at the rate of one shilling and sixpence per tooth, sir-pne shilling and sixpence per tooth." The grcat lawyer trembled from head to foot! “Thank you, doctor; I-I--I'll think about it." When Dr. Shinbone had taken his departure, Polly Rawkins was cross-questioned as to the occurrences of the previous night. “What was it that frightened Miss Frecklenote, Polly?" asked Caldron. “Well, as the founder of a religious sex, I should aver (as Haddisol or Humc would say) that dhe scanty costune worn by the old party was enough to frighten any modest young woman into fito." “But Peggy's a very strong-minded young lady, It ' would take more than that to disturb her equanimity," said Caldron. "Well , if he'd etty had a divided skirt on like mine, it wouldn't have been so alarming. But he had some papers in his hand- The two men, startled, looked at each other. “I found 'em in the cellar this Inorning-here they are." The Rawkinites handed to Caldron the lease of 66 ·1524 The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. we the "Kilted Opossum," a paper marked "The Recipe," and a sealed envelope, upon which was scrawled, in Frecklenose's handwriting, 6" The Confesshons of Baby-Boiler." Fitzdoodle uttered a cry. “I wonder whether he intended his executors to publish it,” he said, gloomily. "At any rate, it would put an cnd to all this wheel-barr;w business." "It's very annoying, indeed,” returned the eminent lawyer. Cowslip and I had got up a first-class case against Podger Lessland. But strange, indeed," he added, solemnly, "bizarre in the extreme, are exigéticies of romance! We will read the confession to a syndicate of publishers, and see what can be done with a view to its publication in a popular form. Australia has found her De Quincey! She may, one day, even discover her Gaberaborcau !” " What are to do now?” asked Fitzdoodle, impatiently. "I am, of course, one of the executors, conjointly with Dr. Shinbore and yourself; we must a'erhaul the private papers of thc dcfunct, and then, and then-we'll invite Dr. Shinbonc'and the Cowslip to my chamber, and have a little amusement with old Frecklenosc's confession." “Why Cowslip?" asked O'Brier, with some surprise. “Can't you see that my arrangement with Cowslip, to arrest Podgor Lessland right off the reel, must fall through? And can't you understand that he'll want to krew the reason why ?" “Well, I s'pose you're sight, eminent, suid Fitzdoodle hesitatingly;"btt you didn't stretch' a rint when I was arrested on the same charge. Ydu may depend upon it, Lessland knows somethlag about those confounded boiled babies, and if we don't scttle it somehow, we may have to run into another volume !" “Heav'n forbid .” cried the great barrister, fervently.

·CHAPTER XXX, DR. SHINBONE'S PERSUASIVE POWERS. WHEN Dr. Shinbone arrived at the chambers of the illustrious barrister, he was surprised to find that luminary in colloquy with Fitzdoodle O'Brier. He had come prepared to scale the teeth and cut the corns of the eminent, and, if necessary, extract a round dozen of teeth, and scarcely expected to find another person ready to witness these delicate operations. But, when the famous practitioner was seated, what was his surprise to see Cowslip come "purring" across the office with a pair of handcuffs clinking between his fingers. He started up with a cry of alarm. What ! another Mystery ? Was the great crime to be laid to the account of the most spotless dentist of all the Australias ! No, gentle reader, it was only a little freak; the man of genius, like the doctor, had come laden with his engines of torture, and was ready for any emergency. Dr. Shinbone's evident dismay caused much amusement, and was a fitting prelude to the gloomy proceedings that were to ensue. Caldron sat upon his eminent chair, and had the other "three " persons arranged before him "in a semi-circle." It was a marvellous performance under the circumstances, and reflectech high credit to their ingenuity. Three persons to forn a semi-circle ! Then the illustrious one opened proceedings. “Dr. Shinbone," said he, in his most grandiose manner, o as the greatest lawyer of Australia, it affords me the keenest sensation of pleasure to be associated with a man of science of your abiliny and standing, as joint executor, together with Mr. O'Brier, to the will of a murderer and boiler of infants." “A murderer? Boiler of infants ? Do you allude w my departed friend, Frank Frecklenose, sir ?" shrieked Dr. Shinbone.

·154.4 The Alystery of a IV heel-Barrow. "We do! we do!" gloomily assented Fitzdoodle and the lawyer “How dare you defile thg memory of a man whom I' revere ?" “Alas ! too trun," broke in Caldron. “We positively affirm, and swear upon our bended knees, that Frank Frecklenose murdered Oliver Black. Fitzdoodle, will you swear?" "We swear—we swcar!” solemnly cried the two gentlemen. “Here is his confession _" continued the lawyer. hawyer "Have you read it ?" Dr. Shinbone broke in. "No!” cried Caldron, firmly. "What need to read it, when the proofs of guilt are conclusive? We prefer to throw aside all doubts and misgivings, and brand our dear departed Frecklenose as a dastardly inurderer ! And this detective is here in order that we may satisfy him as to the committal of the crime !" “Not till I'v& arrested him !" "purred” the man of genius. In my opinion you cannot do 950," said Çaldron, thoughtfully, * as the murderer is dead ; but I'll look up the matter in my Vade Mecum." "I was referring to my murderer-Podger Lessland,”. said Cowslip, angrily. I'm not going to be done out of my man for the sake of a trumpery confession !" “That's an excellent idea of yours, detective," said the doctor, Mighly pleased; "and the next decayed tooth that Rubles you I shall undertake to rlraw for nothing - Podger Lessland's a much more likely party." "No! a thousand times no !” cried Caldron, white with passion. Heaven, knows, I loved pa Frecklenose with filial affection-a great, undying love, but I maintain, without so much as giving him the ghost of a chance by a perusal of this confession, that he was a black-hearted, cowardly, dastardly Gabberberoo-like Buby-Boiler and Murderer !" Read the confession !" cried the doctor. “No!" again burst out Caldrop, “ can't you appreciate, furblind jaw-smaster that you are, the exigencies of Australian romance? Don't you see that while we are here--1, the illustrious barrister, and you, three nincom- ·Dr. Shinbone's Persuasive Powers. ..155 poops in a semi-circle-discussing this awful, horrible, blood-curdling crime ; needlessly accusing our dead friend without reference loghis written conſession-don't you scc that another chapter of an imperishable work is being slowly written?" "I scc, 1 sec," murmured the doctot; " but still, it's rather hard on poor old Frecklenose!” "I was quite agreed with Cowslip," said the fawyer, more calmly," that there was an excellent case against Lessland, and, in fact, we had arranged for his arrest. Since then Cowslip has found the dead man's coat up a tree -witish accounts for all our previous culculations being up a trec,' too; hic has found the chloroform bottleand the contents werc supplied to him, it would seem, by no less a person than Dr. Shinbone himscll." « Me?" cried the doctor. “Him?" ejaculated Fitzdoodle. "He?" purred the man of genius. "Ayc !" triumphantly assented the lawyer. “ Yes! It was labelled 'For External Use only. That's, no doubt, why Frecklgnose applied the medicament to the Carpse's nosc-he thought he could evade the law! I admit there are strong evidences against Lessland, but- “Read the confession 1" interposed the doctor. "But, rcally, some little respect should have been shown us. We have been bafficd, put off the scent- “Kead the confession !” groaned the dentist. “Subjected to all kinds of tricks and tours de romanci such as " Read the confession!” shrieked throillustrious practitioner, seizing Caldron by the bair. “Such as Gubberolio only would have-" “Read the confession !" yelled Dr. Shinbone, dashing the contents of the inkpot over the eminent lawyer's head. -Gubbeidhioivo alone would have dared to- “Read the confession ?" screeched the poor doctor, smashing the cryptogram upon the barsister's skull. “ Dared to devise. All right! doctor, your impatience is most unseenlly, I considero? Then, unfolding Frank Frecklenote's "memoirs," he read what the dead man had written. 1 > 23 >) ·CHAPTER XXXI. TIIE CONFESSIONS OF A BABY-BOILER. NFES . "I TAKE up my Pen to shed lite on Certain sercumstances closely allide to the great Mistery of a Wheel-bdrrow. Fitzdoodle O'Brier, who wos Accuzed of the dredful crime knows as Much about it as me. When he goes Singin around, "He knows-he knows !" like a paitent-medsine advertisement it Makes me feel sick, and I wish I hadn't never Had nothin to do with the concern. But that's neither hear nor there. i take up my Pen to Make a full and candied confession of all What I know. "If anybody wants to Make this confession public I've got nothing to Say. I've been in the public line Nerely Most of my life, and don't think I'm afrade of Being made a public caracter when I shall be no more! If my dere daughter Peggy don't like it, I'm Verry sorry. She's allways been good to her Pore pa. "Fourgive Me if I wipe away a tere. I leeve my memory in her Hands and arsk her to dele leniently with it, and excuse bed Spellin. I could curtale this Confesshon if I liked, but I Prefer to rite a lot. The poet loriate says—it is a Sad mecanic ecsersise," and Peggy's attendin to the Causstomers I'll slip into it. When in my boyoods Early years they consisted in bein an Office boy. My dooties was Insignifickant. So was my salery. I determind to rise in The world.. I've since Riz. But o the wate of wo apon my Aged hares ! "My nature Wos sterred with the poitry of adventure. I longed to scim the broad Canadean rivers op 'harebredth skates' as Shakespear beutifully Says. I sighed for fredon on my office Stool and resolved to have it at any cost. So one satturday, as I Put my weakly ·I hope The Confessions of a Baby-Boiler. 157 pittence in nay Trowzers pockets I bid a dew to my emploier whg. Was out at dinner and Started on my noo carcar. I had borowed a trifeling sum from my emploier befour I left my Irksum toile. He was out at dinner, and I pinserely hope he never mist it. “ I floo to Australia on the Wings of itope. I wos very sea-sic I Remember. But that's niether hear nor there. I floo next to the diggins, made a little Money, and gave up Those diggins. The sosiety of diggers Wos not conjeneal to iny sole, which was pining for the fre wild life of the woods. So I Bought a station. I had borowed a little money from a corse vulgar gold digger Who had gonc up country For a day. He was a low man. he Never mist it. One day as I Mused in solitood in my station I came to the concloosion that After all said and done I was only a gregareous Animal. My sheep was dyin with the rot and my Cow was off colour, so I bid a dew for a time to nature and came to Melbourne. I had Soled some carves whic ad stvaid away to my station. He wos a good naybour and I hope he never mist them. Then, I enjoyed Myself in Melbourne. I vosn't a Joseph nor I wosn't a St. Anthony so I enjoyed myself thorowly. I got quite Boemian in My habets, and carried dissipation so far as to have suppers in the small Howers of the morning! We had a rare time, tho I blush when I rite it in these memores. Youth and the flo-ing bole, wine (or spirits for Them that prefered them) rained supreme I Wit and Humer also. But thats niether here nor there. Love at last Pearced my heart. Peggy's calling me for something so I myst Pauze for awile. Love smiled at Last upon me. She only wanted me To tap a Four-ale soltan now go on, Her name was Miss Susannah Burgess. She had an engagment At the theater in a bally. But that's niether hear nor there. I want to stell you in these Memores of the awfull catastrofee which imbittered all my life tho I wos Not a Joseph nor a St. anthony. At this time my funds wos getting Low, So I cast around for to find some sure, way of borowing money without Payin it back. I couldn't raize a stiver so I made A speculasion which has Been the bain of my existance. I bought a recipee. I don't think there was much in it, for the sheep and other cattel it was used on ·158, The Mystery of a IVh:c'-Barrow. 3 OZ. 2 OZ. lb. . 1 02. . lost their hare Awfull. But that's niether bear nor there. I went back to my station to run my "wask" wich Was composed of armless burbs and grasses. This was the recipce : Acid Sulf. Acid Hydrochl Straw Caraway Seed Water 2 qts. “I bought it of a young Medical stoodent in Melbourne who disappeared immejiately afterwards. But that's niether hear nor there. I soled the recipee long Ago (alarse ! only the copy) to the Noo Zealand Goverment. o the wo it has brought upon my Aged hares ! Now, Susannah Burgess bein of dooty, canie up country on a visit. Not bein a joseph I suppose she Saw no real harm in wifeling with my feelins. My naybour whos Carves I have mistaken for my own was Sweet on Susannah too, and between me And you who reed these memores I think he new something about them carvac. But that's niether liear nor there. One day we three was walkin Together and I notised they were Laughin' in secrit. Alarse ! wood they laugh now With this truble on my Aged lares. But that's Niether hear nor there. That afternoon I was fixin up my cattel-wash in the usual Way cattel-waches is prepaired-in a Caldron. This is no allcosion to my Ionored frend the jmmment barister of that name. But that's niether hear nor there. I had just got the water Boiling with the ingrediants nice And pulpy when my naybour called me 2 side. Caortly after 1 terned round and Saw susannah lyer on the ground. We rusht up To the spot and found she was in a swoon. Then my naybour All at once gave a shreek. 'Monster !' heo cried, what enormerty hast thou Comited ? Look !! He Pointed to the Caldron. 'They simmerin gently with the hurbs Apd grasses, was 'the body of a-black child ! o the wo that nigger brat has brought upon these Aged hares ! · But that's_Peggy's calling me again -niether hear nor there. I fell upon My nees in Angwish. "Inuman retch l'he cride again, show me the recipee !!

·The Confessions of a Baby-Boiler. ., 59 Trenblin like a naspen leaf i tore open my brest Pockit and prodooced the documant. There, sure Enough, in 'lines of fire upon the recipee, I red the words :- BOILED BLACK BABY-Suffit. . Grate crime. I don't no how it came there--i: must have Dropt in! My naybour Mounted his hoarse to ride for the police. I emplorad him on my Nees to believe me innosent--but to No purpus. I felt that I was doomed. Then he concented to akcept a sum of money and remane silent. I gave him all I had, and he burried the littel black corps that night. But thats neither hcar nor there. Susannah sperncd me with lothing. Shortly after I herd she was Married to iny naybour and had gone to England. Wether they were really married i no not. But that's niether hear nor there. “I continude to run my wash With sucress but Without the fatal ingredient ! "My subsequant carear you know. "I married-a angel unawares. Peggy was My only ofspring. Years rolled On. My welth increesed. I was happy, untill the lamented Mrs. Frecklenose went to a better spere ! Fourgive this tere! But that's niether hear nor there. That black baby which Had been hangin over my hed like a Sord of Dammocles was almost forgotten, when lo ! it came Down upon my Aged hares ! “That villin, Oliver Black-der mortu iss nil nicey bone en-came like a dred shape upon me. He had met Susannah in London, where she was in Corpse de bally as she used to call it. She held the original recipec and proposed to come to melbourne' to extort my hard-erned money. "O how the scoundril Thrust that boiled black baby in my face at every moment-dangled the dammed boiled Thing (forgive me gustareader of these Memores) befour me at every turn, until I longged for his Deth! I can never say Wot dredſul thoughts came into my head sometimes when Oliver was Drinkin my stuff and Smokin ny cigars and Borrowin money from my till! Until one day he gits my consent to marry peggy. But rooin was Staring ·160, The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. me in the Face-and the Verry nite I told him he mite do his wurst, Black was murdered in a Wheel-barrow, and i brethed again! Nothing more was herd abdut the recipee until only A day or two ago that arch-fiend Podger Lessland comes to my Shop with the fatal paper in his possession. He haki sloo his friend for the sake of the recipee! He thretened to Drag me fourth to justice and old me up to the Finger of scorn. I don't know how many babies I was at last acused of boiling. Lessland was ready to Sware I used one for every Two quarts; and that I'd sloo some fifty or sixty! At last I gave him money and Let him have his drinks for nothing. But lor! he seres my very sole With his alloosions To those boiled babies. He sings out 'Babies, all ot!' and 'Baked and Boiled Babies, all ot, all ot l' and so on, till my Aged harcs won't stand it any longer-so I must die! But that's neither hear nor there. The secrit may be reveeled at any Moment, and my Caracter rooined. “ The exigencies of the great romance in wich Victorian litteratoore has called me to play a Part Requires my presence ng longger. The great Mystery is nerely at an end. If I ave sinned my Temtations have been strong, and I am had villins to dele with. But that's neither hear nor there. My daughter peggy must fourgive her pa, and drop a Tear upon his beer. “The weight of wo upon my Aged hares is somethink tremengious ! “A dew, a dew, “ FRANK FRECKLENOSE. "P.S.--I think he new somethink about, them Carves."

·CHAPTER XXXII. MR, LESSLAND OBLIGES. WHILE the last pathetic words were being read the semicircle was dissolved in tears. Cowslip wept upon the shoulder of the eminent dentist, and Fitzdoodle shed passionate tears of grief in the illustrious lawyer's top-hat. “Well," spluttered Dr. Shinbone, his voice choked with eminent emotion, you see now, Mr. Caldron, that I was right in using a little gentle persuasion. My poor dead friend is as innocent as the little black nigger that has caused us all this bother." “Yes," returned the illustrious barrister ; "I was sure of his innocence." "And I too," put in Fitzdoodle ; "nothing would ever have made me be teve in the blood-guiltiness of the esitemed antique Frecklenose !” The Cowslip purred assent to these generous words. “We shall have to resort to our previous assassin," he said, at length, with a cat-like smile. "Yes, yes," said Caldron, "by all means; we can't keep up the excitement much longer." "Certainly," broke in O'Brier ; couldn't think of allowing a dangerous criminal to escape from any mistaken notion of sentiment.”. "You weren', so precious sentimental about poor old Frecklenose," said the dentist, with a sneer. “Very likely; but, you see, we must settle this business once for all, or we shall leave open some possibility of cOntinuing this mysterious romance through several volumes." A deadly pallor overspread the faces of the semi-circle. “Heaven forbid it!” cried the detective, who was the first to regain his equaniipity. "Now that it is finally settled that Lossland is to be arrested,” said Caldron, starting from a reverie, “how are wę to proceed? Shall we all adjourn to the Kilted II ·162.. The Mystery of a IVhcel-Barrow, Opossum' and wait till he calls for his daliy contingent of liquor ? "'That's a goodly suggeston,” said Dr. Shinbone; " but I have a better one. Suppose we drop him a postcard (in the interests of the public we should spare no expense), and inform him that Mr. Frecklenose's executors have an important legacy to hand over to him- Excellent ! Capital idea !".cried the three listeners. “I think I can even save the expense of the post-card,” purred Mr. Cowslip. “ How?” cried ihe dentist and the lawyer, together. The three men were breathless with excitement. “Why, telephone to Peggy at the 'Kilted Opossum' to send Lessland here as soon as he comes in." The three rose, and in turn shook the detective by the hand, with a silent smile” of admiration upon their faces. While the man of thought stepped across the road in order to waylay a telephone capable of transmitting his message, the illustrious trio sat and talked about the strange termination of the great Wheel-barrow Mystery. “ What a remarkable situation for a drama!" said Fitzdoodle. “ Lying in wait for the assassin! Australia's greatest dentist and most illustrious lawyer, together with her only Fitzdoodle, waiting collectedly for the appearance of the blood-stained murderer!" " It is indeed a thrilling situation !" said Dr. Shinbone. "Is it not wonderful to think that it should be wasted in the pages of a shilling shocker? There's nothing to touch it in Shakespeare !" "I'm getting quite excited," broke out Caldron. “I can't sit still any longer. I must give you a solo, or a hornpipe, or something." The men rose simultaneously, and were soon engaged in an elaborate pas de trois, in which the illustrious dentist showed remarkable agility. Talt and stately, though slender to a fault, the doctor presented a striking appearance as his, legs wandereul in mid air over the heads of the other performers, and Fitzdoodle's highkicking was a credit to our great and rising colony. "Have studied Gabbereaux all my life," said Caldron, ·Mr. Lessland Obliges. • 163 pirouetting round the room on pointes, " and never read • anything so exciting as present situation." "Nor I," panted the illustrious dentist, throwing his right leg adroitly over Fitzdoodle's head. The man of genius now returned włh the news that the murderer was on his way. Much thought had perhaps rendered Cowslip's limbs somewhat stiff, Jut he nevertheless joined in the whirling dance with creditable enthusiasm ; and the stiring quadrille performed by the eminent barrister and Fitzdoodle facing the illustrious dentist and the man of thought, had it been witnessed by any reasonable admirer of Victorian fiction, would have been accounted one of the most splendid successes of Terpsichorean Scicnce ever devised by the fertile brain and legs of man. The excitement, however, could not last much longer at that high pitch. The man of thought, in an endeavour to rival Dr. Shinbone in pliability of nether limb, had nearly brained the hero of our remarkable story, when Lessland appeared. The aristocrat smiled and bowed to the dancers, and, without further introduction, exccuted a series of aerial gyrations eclipsing the efforts of the dentist himself. After a final galop the dance was abandoned for more serious business. " I'ın hearty glad to see you, sir," said Caldron ; “be good enough to close and double lock the door, Mr. Cowslip, and we will proceed with the arrest. Now, Mr. Lcssland, allow me to introduce you to my friends-Dr. Shinbone, the illustrious dentist; M. Cowslip, the greatest detectare since Lccoq; and Mr. Fitzoodle O'Brier.” “D-n your friends !" cried Lessland. "I suppose you think this a capital joke, don't you? to entrap, a gentleman in a manner scarcely creditable to professed students of Gabero ! " Lcssland made a spring at the detective's throat, just for form's sake," he said, and the two men struggled and fell. A semi-circle was formed, and proceedings wer: watched with considerable interest and amusement. Lessland finally submitted to the bracelets, and "rose sullenly off the floor." The man of genius smiled a seraphic smile.

·G 164" The Mystery of a Wheel-Barrow. " I've been a fool," said the aristocrat. Not at all," said Çaldron, politely," you have merely complied with the exigencies of romance, and we are all very much obliged to you." “Thanks,"* remarned Lessland. "I presume i shall have the honour of occupying the prison cell which once sheltered my esteemed friend, Mr. O'Brier.” “Certainly, my dear fellow," said the man of genius, brushing away a tear. Thanks," said the aristocrat once more. I think," he continued, "that the Australian reading public should offer me some return for my services in the Wheel-barrow Mystery. I have observed a necessary silence since the trial of my friend, and, altogether, have played a very insignificant role in this remarkable" drama, solely with the object of intensifying its mystery. Of course I polished off Black in order to make myself master of pa Frecklenose's destiny. I don't say it was my intention to 'do' for my poor friend Black in such a thorough manner. A little dose of chloroform proved too much for him ; a very regrettable circumstance, but useful-uelul in the interests of Victorian fiction. No questions were asked, and my great grief, on the occasion of my interview with the experienced detective, Mr. Clawby-what are you grinning at, Cowslip? -- was sufficient to establish my innocence in the eyes of the world. Did I at once use my power over Frecklenose to exkort money? Nol it would have simplified matters too much, and made this remarkable drama a miserable farce. No! I kept clean out of these pages, until the exigencies of romance required my preserve." “Yes," said Caldron, shaking the aristocrat warnıly by the hand, “I certainly think that the thanks of the Australian public are due to you for your great disinteresteilness." “And also to the corpse," addDr. Shinbone, gravely; “his rôle has been a very insignificant one, and must have been attended with extreinc discomfort passive role in the cxtrcne. Agreed !” shouted the assembled company, Then Fitzdoodle spoke : " I should say that some expression of the public sense 66 ·Mr. Lessland Obliges. 165 of gratitude should be conveyed to another person who has played an important thg' extremely unpleasant role in this story, and who, if my memory serves me, has never uttered a single word. I allude to the boiled black baby." Lessland gave a chuckling laugh. "Your thanks," said he, “can be spared in that direction-the boiled baby was only an india-rubb. 7 one a mere hoax played upon the susceptible pa Frecklenose by Susannah 'Burgess and a neighbouring squatter!” This piece of news had a strange effect upon the listeners, who were so unrestrained in their mirth that the prisoner was on the point of leaving them to their hilarity, when he suddenly remembered that his escape might involve another volume of mysteries. When the laughter had subsided, the entire company joined hands, and Lessland implored an imaginary audience to reward them with their plaudits. Stay a moment," said the man of zenius, after the usual stage smiles and bows had been done, "you've got to come to gaol, friend !" Lessland's brow wrinkled angerly. 'Life," he said, “is but a chess-board, after all, and we are but the puppets of fate ; a sentiment which was greatly admired by the company, as highly effective upon the lips of a doomed man. “Friend," said Dr. Shinbone to the prisoner, “ do you know what your end will be?” “The same old tail," replied the aristocrat, smiling. I shall be hanged. “No, you won't, returned the illustrious practitioner. “The exigencies will require of you to corsmit suicide. I trust you will not fail in your last duty." Thanks,” said Lessland ; "the hint so delicately expressed shall be obeyed."

·CIIAPTER XXXIII. "HE NEVER WAS MEANT FOR THE SEA." FITZDOODLE O'BRIER was now prepared for the worst. The trial of Lessland might involve considerable trouble and expense, and the dread sccret of boiled babies would become a-secret de polichinelle. Yet he accepted it with philosophical Kesignation and mental calmness. His own name, and that of his beloved Peggy, would be for ever associated with boiled niggers ; yet he was callousso callous, in fagt, that he surprised himself. Lessland's trial would disclose everything, and Fitzdoodle's name would appear in the comic papers! Dreadful thought ! Peggy would learn that her pa, in carly life, was neither a Joseph, nor a St. Anthony, and certain pêchés mignons in connection with Madame Mudlark's daughter, Susannah Burgess, would be discussed by the Melbourne aristocracy in no very charitable mood. Poor Peggy! But Fitzdoodle had resolved to marry her at once, after the burial of her worthy father, and, the trial over, to fly for, ever from the realm of topsy-turveydom. Public curiosity was already rife ás do lhe anticipated confession of me murderer of Oliver Black, when lo! there happened a strange thing.-Lessladd, in obedience to the exigencies of which we have spoken more than once, saved the hangman the trouble of suspending him by hanging himself in his cell, without even a written explanation of that blackguardly proceeding. The Daily Muddler was loud in its denociation of the obliging Lessland, and after four editiorts of that enterprising print had been issued, the Editorial intellect was completely unhinged. • It may be easily imagined that Fitzdoodle was overjoyed on hearing of the event. He invited his eminent legal friend, the illustrious dentist and the man of genius ·« Ile Never was Meant for the Sea." 167 to a special stripe supper, prepared by papa Topweight, at the termination of which 'rcpast conviviality had reached such a pitch thats Dr. Shinbone cxtracted two incisors from the jawbone of the man of genius, in illustmtion of his manner of commencing a. post mortem examination, and the man of genius oily became aware of the fact on the morrow. It is further recorded that the eminent barrister, with the aid of his immortal Vade Mecum, tried and condemned to dcath a fine calf's-head, for a libcl on a distinguished personage. Cowslip was provided with a sum of moncy to hush the dreadful secret of boiled babies ; and the man of genius, shortly after, espoused the founder of the Rawkinites, and took over the premises, stock, and goodwill of the Kilted Opossum,” whereto flocked, as of yore, the aristocracy of St. Kilda, whom the profound thinker thrilled with narratives à la Gaberiorioeau, principally in connection with the remarkable Wheel-barrow Mystery. Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston did finally get into Parliament, and made brilliant speeches on police matters. On these important occasions he would array his little person in the most picturesque disguises, and would return home to his charming wife so " disguised” that she recognised him immediately. Mr. Tol-de-Rolleston ultimately lost his "seat," owing to the indiscreet attentions of a large mastiff attached to the House of Assembly. He retired from public life, and became editor of the Daily Nuddlcr. When Peggy had recovered from her illitess, and disposed of the lease of the “Kilted Opossum," she sas quietly married to the long-suffering O'Brier; and together they left Australia and, the page of romance for ever. Standing with her husband on the deck of a homebound steamer, she watched the slowly fading shores of wher native land-the land of boiled babies and affliction. The sinking sun glared with anger upon the heavy waters; the Naring rer, light in its eye was anything but enjoyable to look at. Peggy's eyes filled with tears, and Fitzdoodle was very pale. “Ahdew! ahdew! my native land, andew!" said Peggy, with a passionate storm of sighs.

·MĀJU. HOWRAH 168, The Mystery of a IVhcel-Barrow. “Ah, do ! ah, do! what talking about dearsh? I feel sho ill !” She seized his hand—it was cold as that of a serpent ! "Do you regret?” she said. “O dearsh, you really must excuse me forramomesi'. I never was mcant for the sea, dearsh, I never was excuse me momen'." Fitzúvodle staggered to the side of the noble vessel. Do you regret, dearest?" again said Peggy, when her husband had come back to her side. “Our hearts have been tried in the cauldron of affliction.” "O don't, Peggy; you remind me of these confoun' babies-excuse me a momen'." When Fitzdoodle stood once more by his side, Peggy. murmured softly, "After the pain and torture of the past, let us trust, darling, that the days to come Excuse me a momen', dearsh." “Will bring prace," continued Peggy, after the lapse of Xome moments. “ Peace A gull rose from the crimson waters, and circled in the air. • A happy omen !” said Peggy. excuse me a momen'.' The mighty vessel moved slowly onward thro' the surging waters. Gentle reader-excuse me for a moment. young wife's » 6 “ Yesh- ) PUBLIC LIERARY HAJU Estd. 1902 I'rintcil by WALTER SCOTT, Fellini, Neroonstle-on-Ting, ·MYSTERIOUS, The Alarming Nature of Unseen Dangers Accounted for, “I FEAR no evil that I can sec," exclaimed Napoleon, and his acts proved the truth of his philosophy. He could face danger in every form ; bu she sunken road of Waterloo was an unseen foe greater than the armies • around him This same principle seems true with most people. We fear the unseen; we dread the unknown ; 'we shrink from that which possesses the power to harm. In the midst of so much mystery and so many unseen clangers we naturally feel a sense of awe. We wonder if some small portion of the bu nan machinery should get out of order what the result would be; axirl we fear disaster from powers we cannot comprehend. It is natural we should do so! It is reasonable we should ask what the result would be if the million tissues of the lungs, liver, or kidneys, should become disorcred. A slight excess, a careless attention to the details of health, apparently does no harmg but it none the less undermines the life. It is a draft upon vitality which must be honoured in the futurd. But our own neglect is by no means all the unseen injuries that come to the human system. There are a thousand cvil influences all around us at war with our lives. They are inhaled into the lungs, and poison the blood; they are absorbed through the skin and foster discase ; they are devoured with the food, and corrode the most important organs of the body. The man or woman who possesses the power to counteract all these evil influences has obtained a secret of untold value. The lungs, heart,, liver, and kidneys can very easily become weakened ; and how.) By these very abuses and strains that are constantly brought to bear upon them. It is necessary to guard thcsc orgiens, and preserve their proper tone at all times. While the most scrious evjs! which-alllict nạn and womankind are those which arise from disordered kidneys, they äre. Ciseases which can be controlleil iſ taken in time. The truth is that tliey are unsecn evils," and thcQrimary danger arises from the fact that the symptoms they maniſest are not recognised, but are attributable to some minor disorder, which, by being considered slight, is pçimitted to fasten itself upon the system. That more than one-half of physical disorders aris« from impaired kidneys is a settled fact, and that their disorders can be prevented by using "Warner's SATE CURE" is equally true. Thousands of people, including prominent physicians, scientists, and divines, who have known of its wonderful powers, indurse and recommend it. Chemists throughout the world sell it; and the opportunity for thus obtaining its benetits are brought near to It will solve the nıystery of good hcalth, and keep back the day on which comes “the great mystery.' every one.

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volume one which the att.hor's many admirers will be eager to possess.
. «Powerful studies, romantic in sentimtnt."
London: WALTER SCOTT, 24 Warwick Lane, Paternoster Row,

·A LIST OF
WALTER SCOTT'S
PUBLICATIONS

·CONTENTS PACJE GREAT WRITERS . 3 CAMELOT SERIES 40 CANTERBURY POETS . 3 WINDSOR SERIES 6 REWARD BOOKS 7 8 KENILWORTH AND OXFORD) LIBRARIES TALES OF THE BORDERS AND MONTHLY CHRONICLE- 9 BOOKS FOR THE YOUNG 10-11 Bijou BOOKS I2 SCIENCE SERIES - 13 GUIDE AND HAND-BOOKS. 14-15 NEW VOLUMES OF POETRY TO MISCELLANEOUS 17-18 PAMPHLETS 19

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