o
write, paused, tore up the paper, and put the pieces in his pocket. "I
will dictate," he said, "my writing is so uncertain."

Gideon took down the address, "Count Tarnow, Kurnaul Villa, Hampton
Court." Then he wrote something else on a sheet of paper. "You said you
had not chosen a solicitor," he said. "For a case of this sort, here is
the best man in London." And he handed the paper to Michael.

"God bless me!" ejaculated Michael, as he read his own address.

"O, I daresay you have seen his name connected with some rather painful
cases," said Gideon. "But he is himself a perfectly honest man, and his
capacity is recognised. And now, gentlemen, it only remains for me to
ask where I shall communicate with you."

"The Langham, of course," returned Michael. "Till to-night."

"Till to-night," replied Gideon, smiling. "I suppose I may knock you up
at a late hour?"

"Any hour, any hour," cried the vanishing solicitor.

"Now there's a young fellow with a head upon his shoulders," he said to
Pitman, as soon as they were in the street.

Pitman was indistinctly heard to murmur, "Perfect fool."

"Not a bit of him," returned Michael. "He knows who's the best solicitor
in London, and it's not every man can say the same. But, I say, didn't I
pitch it in hot?"

Pitman returned no answer.

"Hullo!" said the lawyer, pausing, "what's wrong with the long-suffering
Pitman?"

"You had no right to speak of me as you did," the artist broke out;
"your language was perfectly unjustifiable; you have wounded me deeply."

"I never said a word about you," replied Michael. "I spoke of Ezra
Thomas; and do please remember that there's no such party."

"It's just as hard to bear," said the artist.

But by this time they had reached the corner of the by-street; and there
was the faithful shoeblack, standing by the horses' heads with a
splendid assumption of dignity; and there was the piano, figuring
forlorn upon the cart, while the rain beat upon its unprotected sides
and trickled down its elegantly varnished legs.

The shoeblack was again put in requisition to bring five or six strong
fellows from the neighbouring public-house; and the last battle of the
campaign opened. It is probable that Mr. Gideon Forsyth had not yet
taken his seat in the train for Hampton Court, before Michael opened the
door of the chambers, and the grunting porters deposited the Broadwood
grand in the middle of the floor.

"And now," said the lawyer, after