[Illustration] * * * * * * The Police Officer has had his word, or rather, word of words, with Mr. Brown:--news, said to be important, but of the wildest and most improbable character--news, appearing to that gentleman beyond all belief--news, that he will not, can not, put faith in!--Allegations, so preposterous, that they may be disproved in a moment--"Captain de Camp, _alias_ Boultoff, &c., &c., and three other persons, names unknown, now incarcerated in Dover Jail, for the robbery of John Brown, of Mizzlington"--a mistake--a foul plot--a base fiction!--At least, so thought the worthy gentleman, who was as ignorant of any wrong done him as the lunatic that resides in the moon. Had the sea-serpent been discovered in the back pond, a gold-mine been found in the dust-bin, or a Sphinx and Centaur been captured in Lincoln's Inn Fields, Mr. Brown could not have been more astounded!--He knows it to be an imputation that can be disproved in a twinkling, if Mr. Police Inspector will just step next door with him; but, alas!--There the fox's tail is left in the trap--the skirt of the very coat, borrowed of Mr. Brown, a fortnight since, hangs in the door,--the very door that slammed, when the affrighted gentleman awoke in a dream, last night. * * * * * * The concluding facts of these eventful sixteen days are simply as follows:--to Mr. Spohf is the issue due--he was bound to spend the sabbath at Canterbury, with the cathedral and organ; upon the journey thither, he happened to recognise some fellow-travellers, better known to him than he was to them. From a slight conversation that transpired, he learned their destination to be Boulogne, or rather, Dover; so he stopped at Ashford, telegraphing their persons to Dover, where, upon arrival, they were provided with lodging free of expense; from that place news was instantly sent to Mizzlington. Little did Mr. Brown think, that morning, as he combed out his matted, gummy, locks, that his friend Captain de Camp had lost _his_, under the cruel shears, in Dover Jail! [Illustration] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Captain de Camp, as you may suppose, after these lucky _stars_, again entered upon foreign service; being ordered to New South Wales, for fourteen years--he sailed in the same transport with his two sons. Lady Lucretia stayed at home, leading a very retired life--she resided in a vast mansion at the "West-end," a castle at Millbank.