"
"You didn't let on anything, Mr. Bunfit?"
"Well, I just reminded him as how there was five hundred pounds going a-
begging from Mr. Camperdown."
"And what did he say to that, Mr. Bunfit?"
"Well, he said a good deal. He's a sharp little fellow, is Billy, as has
read a deal. You've heard of 'Umpty Dumpty, Gager? 'Umpty Dumpty was a
hegg."
"All right."
"As had a fall, and was smashed, and there's a little poem about him."
"I know."
"Well; Billy says to me: 'Mr. Camperdown don't want no hinformation; he
wants the diamonds.' Them diamonds is like 'Umpty Dumpty, Mr. Bunfit. All
the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put 'Umpty Dumpty up
again."
"Billy was about right there," said the younger officer, rising from his
seat.
Late on the afternoon of the same day, when London had already been given
over to the gaslights, Mr. Gager, having dressed himself especially for
the occasion of the friendly visit which he intended to make, sauntered
into a small public-house at the corner of Meek Street and Pineapple
Court, which locality, as all men well versed with London are aware, lies
within one minute's walk of the top of Gray's Inn Lane.
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