Nothing better than this could Mr. Grubb wring from the unfortunate prisoner. And he left him _believing he was guilty_. He left in rather an angry mood, too, for he thought Charles was bearing out Mr. Howard's report, and showing himself defiantly, ungratefully obstinate. That he had been in some most pressing and perhaps dangerous difficulty on the Saturday morning, and had used these desperate means to extricate himself, must be, he concluded, the fact. A great deal of his compassion for Charles melted away; the young man seemed hardened. In the morning the case was taken before the magistrates. It was heard in private. The influential house, Grubb and Howard, could have commanded a greater concession than that. One magistrate only sat, a very pliable one, Sir Turtle Kite. The case was only slightly gone into, the prosecutors asking for a remand until the following week: they wished to trace out more particulars, also wished to trace the notes. Then the prisoner would be brought up again; and meanwhile he was consigned to that awful place, Newgate. In spite of all efforts to keep it secret, the affair partially got wind. Not, however, in its true details. All kinds of exaggerated rumours and surmises ran the round of the clubs. But for the recent sojourn of Captain Cleveland in London, Charley might have remained quite an obscure individual, as regarded the fashionable world. But he had been a great deal with his brother, and was known and liked everywhere. What a commotion arose! Charles Cleveland in Newgate on a charge of robbery, or forgery, or what not! Charley Cleveland, the popular--Charley Cleveland, the grandson of an earl gathered to his fathers, and nephew of one who stood in his shoes--Charley Cleveland, the out-and-out good fellow, who was wont to scare the blue-devils away from every one--Charley Cleveland, who, in defiance of his improvidence and his shallow pocket, was known to be of the nicest honour amongst the honourable! "The thing's altogether preposterous," stuttered John Cust, who had a natural stammer. "If Charley had drawn the money he would have had the money, and I know that on Saturday afternoon he had not a rap, for he borrowed three sovs. of me to take him down to Brighton----" "Netherleigh, Cust." "Netherleigh, then. What put Brighton in my head, I wonder? Fancy he went to try to get some money out of his governor." "Which he did," added Lord Deerham. "A five-pound note." "And paid me back the three sovs. on the Monday night, when he came to his brother's spread at the Rag and Famish," continued John Cust. "Gammon! Charley has not been making free with any one's name." "But he acknowledges to having drawn the money," squeaked Booby Charteris. "A thousand pounds, they say." "You may take that in yourself, Booby. We don't." "But the Lord Mayor----" "Lord Mayor be hanged! If he swears till he's black in the face that Charley did it, I know he didn't. There."