Next to pick out the places which offered at once the chance of a good haul, with the least possible risk, and having done this, gather in the harvest with as little delay as possible and then disappear from the district. No wonder the police were baffled. On the night prior to his leaving Sheffield, Peace had an adventure, which at the time taxed his inventive genius. He had obtained an entrance to the back premises of a fish shop which was situated at the back of the Cemetery-road. This would be between eleven and twelve o’clock at night. He was “operating” upon the back window of the place, intending as usual to “borrow” something, when very unexpectedly the proprietor of the establishment returned from the theatre in a cab. Peace heard the vehicle stop and before he had time to get out of the yard the proprietor came into it. Seeing Peace, he said―― “What do you want here?” The visitor, after the manner of many other people, said “oh nothing!” The fishmonger was far from satisfied, and made a demonstration as though he was about to seize the little fellow. But Peace had used every bit of the time available during the brief conversation, for the consideration of the best means of escape, and he had formed a loophole. Jumping upon the boundary wall he dropped over, and fell a considerable depth into the river Porter, which flows past there, but is shallow at that point. In point of fact it is like a large weir. He did not move in the darkness, but kept close to the wall, so that the astonished fishmonger should not know whether he had gone down the stream or up it. Afterwards he quickly walked up it, past the back of Napier-street, and came out above Andrew-lane, but not without a good soaking. Had he succeeded in his attempt to break into the shop he would not have got much, as the proprietor had placed his cash in a place of safety. This is one of the many faithful accounts of his various escapades; but the reader must be apprised that it occurred subsequently to the events we are now chronicling in this and the preceding chapters. It is cited as an instance of our of his many failures. We have, however, to record one which was more ignominious and disastrous. Peace remained in Sheffield for some little time after his return from Bradford. He paid several visits to localities which lay at more or less distances from that town, and succeeded in possessing himself of a number of valuables, but he felt unhinged and grew tired of his native town. Once more he paid a visit to Hull. The Oakfield House burglary, described in the opening chapters of our work was no longer fresh in the recollection of the inhabitants of that town, and Peace felt quite sure that he would not be recognised by any of the constabulary. The love of change and adventure had most likely prompted him to shift his quarters for awhile, and transfer the scene of his operations to another locality.