"Why don't you act?" said the governess, excitedly. "If I were a man I would arrest him and clap him into jail, and let him rot there until I got my money back. If I could not get my money I would get his life!" "De womansh is right, Sholomonshon, my shon," said Isaacs. "Of course I am. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth--that is your creed, is it not? Can't you get out a warrant against that villain, or something else, and have him stopped before he leaves the country? Why even I will go after him: he shall never escape my hate!" "Ja, tso!" exclaimed Solomonson, now fired by her words and animated by her desire for vengeance; "but a varrantsh ish no goots!" "A Kay shay?" suggested Isaacs. "Ja, dat is goot--der villainsh! But he was alvays squaresh vas mishter M., and it seems hart." "Pshaw!" exclaimed Clara Kingscott, with intense scorn. "Do you think he will pay you if you let him get away?" That settled any lingering reluctance they might have had to proceed to extremities with their client, besides the loss of the money was rankling in their minds; so "Mishter Sholomonshon" started off down to the courts at Westminster to invoke the aid of her gracious Majesty "Victoria R. by the grace of God" in a documentary form. While the Hebrews were concerting measures for Markworth's apprehension, Clara Kingscott proceeded down to his hotel to see whether the "biter" had yet been "bitten," and if he had returned from the interview appointed with Mr Trump. She found he had come, and gone. The bird had flown! The porter said he had left in a cab with all his luggage for the Waterloo Station. Making sure he was off to Havre, where she had previously found out his address, she started off to Southampton, intending to follow him wherever he went. Before doing this she sent a few hasty lines to Messrs. Solomonson and Isaacs by a _commissionaire_, telling them where Markworth was gone and she would follow him up, and let them know further; although certainly her information would not be of much use to them if he were out of the kingdom. The Jews in the meanwhile were crying "Havoc!" and trying very hard to "let loose the dogs of war." They had some difficulty in obtaining their _ca ca_. No Judge was at chambers when they first went down; and then they lost much valuable time in swearing to an affidavit that Markworth was going to leave the country. Not that the fact of swearing any number of oaths, whether true or false, troubled them much--but he was "gone," as the auctioneer cries, before they could touch him on the shoulder.