orse!

"Shy Street. Put me down at the corner," said Samuel, swinging himself
into the hansom.

So this was Liverpool. He had never been there before, and consequently
it was not to be wondered at that the crowds jostling by on the
pavement, without so much as a glance in his direction, neither knew him
nor had heard of him. He could forgive them, and smiled to think how
different it would be in a few days, when all the world would point at
him as he drove back to the station, and say,--

"There goes Shuckleford, the clever lawyer, who first exposed the Select
Agency Corporation, don't you know?"

Don't you know? What a question to ask respecting S.S.!

At the corner of Shy Street he alighted, and sauntered gently down the
street, keeping a sharp look-out on both sides of him, without appearing
to regard anything but the pavement.

Humph! The odd numbers were on the left side, so S.S. would walk on the
right, and get a good survey of Number 13 from a modest distance.

What, thought he, would the precious Cruden Reginald (ha! ha!) think if
he knew who was walking down the other side of the road?

Ah! he was getting near it now. Here was 17, a baker's; 15, a
greengrocer's; and 13--eh? a chemist's? Ah, yes, he noticed that the
first floors of all the shops were let for offices, and the first floor
of the chemist's shop was the place he wanted.

He could see through the grimy window the top rail of a chair-back and
the corner of a table, on which stood an inkpot and a tattered
directory. No occupant of the room was visible; doubtless he found it
prudent to keep away from the window; or he might possibly have seen the
figure of S.S. advancing down the street.

Samuel crossed over. No name was on the chemist's side-door, but it
stood ajar, and he pushed it open and peered up the gloomy staircase.
There was a name on the door at the top, so he crept stealthily up the
stairs to decipher the word "Medlock" in dim characters on the plate.

"Medlock!" Ho! ho! He was getting warm now. Not only was his man
going about with his own name turned inside out, but he had the
effrontery to stick up the name of one of his own directors on his door!

Samuel knew Mr Medlock--whom didn't he know? He had been introduced to
him by Durfy, and had supped with him once at the Shades. A nice,
pleasant-spoken gentleman, who had made some very complimentary little
speeches about Samuel in Samuel's own hearing. This was the