"In a big 'ous by hisself," continued Beck, "with a 'igh vall in front."

"You would know it again?"

"In course; he's so wery peculiar."

"He,--who?"

"Vy, the 'ous. The young lady got out, and the hold folks driv back. I
did not go arter them!" and Beck looked sly.

"So! I must find out the name."

"I axed at the public," said Beck, proud of his diplomacy. "They keeps a
sarvant vot takes half a pint at her meals. The young lady's mabe a
foriner."

"A foreigner! Then she lives there with her mother?"

"So they s'pose at the public."

"And the name?"

Beck shook his head. "'T is a French 'un, your honour; but the sarvant's
is Martha."

"You must meet me at Brompton, near the turnpike, tomorrow, and show me
the house."

"Vy, I's in bizness all day, please your honour."