yfeck's house is safer than the barracks, he may
dine there as often as he pleases. Keep a watch on Jones,--not that I
think he 'll be very dangerous; see after Lord Charles, whether he may
try to profit by my absence; and, above all, write me a bulletin each
day."

Mr. Phillis promised a strict obedience to orders, and rose to retire,
pleading the necessity of his being at home when his master returned.

"What of this letter, sir? Shall I contrive to place it in his pocket,
and discover it as he is undressing? He never suspects anything or
anybody."

"No, George,--I 'll keep it; it may turn out useful to us one of these
days; there's no knowing when or how. I 'm curious, too, to see how
he will act with reference to it,--whether he will venture on any
confidence towards me. I suspect not; he never alludes to his
bygones. The only terror his mind is capable of would seem the fear of
fashionable contempt. If he ever lose this, he's lost to us forever."
This was said rather in soliloquy than addressed to Phillis, who did not
appear to catch the meaning of the remark. "You'll leave this note
on his table, and take care he sees it. It is to remind him of an
appointment here to-morrow with Hoare, the money-lender, at eleven
o'clock punctually."

Phillis took the note, and after a very respectful leave-taking,
withdrew.

"Yes," said Linton, musing, as he leaned against the window, "all goes
fairly so far. Mr. Phillis may live to see himself once more a merchant
tailor in Cheapside, and Tom Linton, under the buckler of his M.P., defy
duns and bums, and be again a denizen of the only city worth living in."

He then reseated himself in an easy-chair, and prepared to con over the
letter, to which he had only given a passing attention. The narrative
of Enrique, full of exciting details and hair-breadth 'scapes, was,
however, far less an object of interest to Linton than the consideration
how far a character like this might be made use of for the purpose of
threat and intimidation over Cashel.

His reflections ran somewhat thus: "The day may come--is, perhaps, even
now nigh--when Cashel shall reject my influence and ascendency. There
never has been anything which could even counterfeit friendship between
us,--close intimacy has been all. To maintain that hold over him so
necessary to my fortunes, I must be in a position to menace. Roland
himself has opened the way to this by his own reserve. The very
concealment he has pra