“Peace went on to mention the names of several Sheffield people whom he met at different periods in London; and that part of his astonishing story has been confirmed in a remarkable degree by one of the persons himself. “More than a quarter of a century ago he worked in Sheffield with Mr. William Fisher――in those days known as Bill Fisher――and they remembered each other very well. One day Mr. Fisher was walking across the Holborn-viaduct, when he saw the well-remembered figure approaching him. “Their eyes met, and Mr. Fisher exclaimed――‘That’s Peace!’ He turned to look again, but Peace had disappeared as if by magic, and was nowhere to be seen. About a week after, Mr. Fisher was going down the steps leading from Holborn to Farringdon-street, and about midway he again encountered Peace. “Mr. Fisher gave information to the Sheffield police, and the news was sent to Scotland-yard that Peace was in London. “‘But what,’ said Peace, ‘was the use of that, when I could walk under their very noses and not be recognised?’ “Again a demoniacal grin overspread his face, and again he went through a series of pantomimic gestures, and set us all laughing. “It has been conceded that he could be exceedingly good company when he liked, and we assure you he had our attention whilst he related these, the most extraordinary chapters in his history.” The personal appearance of Peace is thus described by one who paid a visit to Newgate while the burglar was awaiting his trial. He is a man about 5 ft. 3 in., with white hair on his head, cut very close, and bald in front of the head; but the razor had lately done this. His eyebrows are heavy and overhanging the eyes, which are deeply sunk in their sockets; a chin standing very prominently――and, as if to make it more so, the head was thrown back with an air of half self-assertion, yet half-caution. The lower part of his cheek-bones protruded more than was their wont in years gone by; but he had apparently some bruises recently, and had had his whiskers shaven off since he was last seen at Sheffield. In addition he wore a pair of large brass-rimmed spectacles. Peace was professedly a religious man. The neighbourhood thought him so, and probably he thought so, too; so he associated with the good folk who congregated in the edifice, but never made himself conspicuous. He trifled with Fate. She had made him rich in worldly goods, although they were not his own. Some idea of the magnitude of his operations may be gathered from the fact that there is evidence in the hands of the police that would convict him of no less than fifty burglaries. The property he obtained is valued at several thousand pounds, but the burglar as a rule does not realise even one-fourth of the value of the property he appropriates.