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CAUGHT AT LAST; on, THE FELON'S BRAND. Pj. —— FALL RleB" RBSBRVBD4 lb ,Aii *• CHAPTER XXXVI, A TRANSFORMATION. "a day upon which Mynheer Fabian van FJewker retwoQlifrom abroad was destined to prove fruitful Ofev^ntsT^^ *~r ( The same morning Kleckser had be-en consigned by Jd, Tronchet to the care of the agent Jules, who was ¡ to show him where Poing-qui-frappe, alias M. Louis Barmann, alius M. Bar. alias M. Cliatouilleux, alias Afty other different names and pseudonyms had fcken up his abode. M. Jules," said Kleckser to his guide, as they pseddown the Haymarket. "I should like the benefit of your advice. Are we pressed for time, or gn you spare an hour to listen ?" "Monsieur," replied Jules, "it is true we have feme distance to go, but if we reach our destination two hours hence it will be ample time. This way, then, if you please." He turned down a side street as be spolke, and led his companion into the parlour of a little public- fcouse. At that hour, and in that neighbourhood, the place was all but deserted. No guests were in the room. A. yawning waiter took his orders to a sleepy barmaid, both evidently looking upon the untimely Visitors as a nuisance. Life, so called, only exists in these favoured regions late at night, and during the small tours of the morning. Kleckser ordered refreshment, and proceeded to repeat to f. Jules the story he had tIold his chief upon the previous day. The agpnt was a dapper little fellow, close shaven, With the exception of a thick moustache, and, wear- ing a surtout buttoned up to his chin, presented fOroetWng of the appearance of a military man. His costume might have been owing to this national weakness; it might have been adopted to conceal the absence of n shirt. I only know that M. Jules #ore no shirt collar, and—but there is no occasion to inquire minutely. He listened gravely to all jKleckser had to say, and when the German had con- eluded, quietly pushed his empty gla.ss across the 'a.ble by way of counsel's refresher before' opinion. JJjeckser, took the hint. "You have done well to tell me, this, monsieur," Observed the agent, smacking his lips as the fee went down his throat. Your way to, deal with our ouston-er -would have been sure to fait Not only that, but unpleasant results would inevitably have occurred. If you will he guided by me, I should advise a different course." Kleckser listened attentively to the words of the oracln as he went to deliver t.is judgment. Recent events had caused our friend to distrust his powers of dealing with what is mildly termed "the criminal fjement." He listened, and approved. The two resumed tht-ir journey., They cross'd Trafalgar square, passed into West- minster, and there took boat. Leaving the boat a little distance below London-bridge they proceeded to the Minories. In this qiiarter of the town the jnarine element begms to be visible to ithe jjye and to the smell. Upon the right Jtiand side of the thorough- fare, as you co ve from the Tower, in full view of a practical but singular hideous railway bridge, occurs turning-lloya1 Mint-street, vice Rosemary-lane re- christened. The staple commodity here being old clothes, it is natural that the vendoi should be principally Jews. Into a shop of this aescript.on, kept, said a legend upon the door-post, by Moses Isaacson, M. Jules conducted Kleckser. The master (If the establishment started forward to meet his cus- tomers and to praise his goods. "Valk in, shentlemen, valk in," was his salutation. wVhat shall I havesh de pleasure to show?" 01 Why, Moses!" exclaimed M. Jules. Have you forgot your old friend Jules ?" Kleckser noticed that his companion made a sign. The Je* started. Min.. gootness!" he ejaculated. "Vhere vash my eves dat I didn't know my besht friend vhat I has in de vorld Come in. ma tears, out of de shop. Dish vay, my goot friends, dish way. Sara, vhy Sara, J say ?" He ushered his visitors into a little back parlour behind the warehouse, bade them be seated, and hurried off muttering objurgations upon the missing Sara. Presently he returned, carrying a bottle over- hung with cobwebs. Shome of de right sort, dis. and no mishtake he exclaimed, exultingly, placing the bottle upon the table before his guests, and diving into a small cup- board beside the fireplace for glasses. Not a 'ead- tche in a 'ogshead, and all fust-rate. Can do dis at twenty-four-and-shix a dozen-to a friend, Mishter Jules, only to a friend, ma tear." M. Jules laughingly declined the advantageous bargain, and explained in a few words the object of Jlis visit. "Not a better place in de Lane, ma tear," ex- claimed Isaacson. Fit your friend vid anything, from a Court-shoot to a coalvhipper's. Vait a jpinnit." Again the active Hebrew hurried out, bringing, When he returned, a miscellaneous pile of garments which he threw upon the floor, and proceeded to sort jrfth a rapidity little less than marvellous, talking Volubly as.his practised fingers arranged the vest- uents into various heaps. f Acting under the advice of his guide, Kleckser jelected a foreign sailor's suit for the purpose of his igifguise. Greatly to his disgust, he was compelled £ o sacrifice his moustache upon the altar of debip" It was only a little one, and not a good t colour—moth-eaten apparently in olaas,-itiii its foil west to its proprietor's heart. A further priva- tion was being forced to relinquish his spectacles, hut upon this point his dressers were inexorable. r 46 CariLt vear dem, ma teir," declared the Jew. n My heye! who ever sheed a sailor in barnacles ? ,1. you'd 'ave haD the boys arter yer afore yer got to the hend o' the Lane. Hoff vid 'em! Dat's de Motet! Now ye're summat like. Makesh a shtunniog jailor, don't te, Mishter Jules! S'elp me! Yer've jW«n a v'y'ge or two, haint yer ?" IT Tha judicious application *f a hare's foot and a "we paint by the skilful hands of M. Tronchet's qtut, accomplished all that remained to be done. Jufakser surveyed his altered appearance in the pier- glass to which the Jew conducted him, and waa com- piled to admit that the transformation was «om- »late. Not «ven Van Flewker, had he met him, gould have suspected t^at his foreign correspondent .@!¿. •v

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