He led him out,--rode him,--and Mr. Deuce asked the Doctor what his price was. The Doctor said, "John, what did you say the horse was worth?" "Ninety guineas, sir, and not a farthing less. I would not let the gentleman have him for one guinea less." "Will you order him to be sent to my house on Blackheath?" "Shall I ride him there now, and bring back your cheque?" said John Tattsall. "You may, if you please, my man." John bowed, and after ascertaining the name of the abode, Billiter house, Blackheath, he rode off. "In what name, Doctor, shall I write the cheque?" for, presuming that the Doctor was not professionally a horse dealer, though he considered that he had bought the horse of him, he had a mind to see if he shrunk at all from the responsibility. The Doctor replied, "In the name of the very man who delivers him, John Tattsall; and I hope the horse will suit you, sir, and do you good." "There," said Mr. Deuce to his friend Ryecross, "what say you now to the Doctor dealer? hey! Is not my deal with him this day sufficient to convict him before any bench of Magistrates in all the counties of England. If I do not take the shine out of this Doctor Gambado, then say that Simon Deuce knows nothing of the law." When they got home, the horse had arrived. The cheque was written: "Pay John Tattsall," &c. &c. John touched his hat, walked off with his money, took a cab to Lombard-street, got the cheque cashed; and called and thanked the Doctor for his recommendation. The very next day, the Doctor received a summons to answer the charge of being a horse dealer without a licence for that purpose. The suit was preferred in the name of Deuce _v._ Gambado. Of course, all these things are put into regular process of law, with which we shall not entertain the public. In due time, the case came on in the proper court, and Mr. Deuce swore that he bought such a horse of Doctor Gambado, and that the Doctor's servant, John Tattsall, delivered the horse at Billiter-house, Blackheath. Samuel Ryecross was witness to the transaction. The cheque was produced in court, and Mr. Deuce was lauded very highly for his sense of justice in not allowing the government to be defrauded, and more in not allowing that highly respectable profession of M.D. F.R.S. to be a covering to the tricks and degradation of a horse dealer without a licence. Never, however, was Deuce more confounded in all his life, than by the cross examination of Serjeant Sharp. "Pray, sir, may I ask--Did you go to consult Doctor Gambado for any complaint?" "I went purposely, by the advice of my friend, Samuel Ryecross." "For what purpose, Mr. Deuce?" "To consult him." "Were you ill at that time?" "Decidedly not well." "May I ask the nature of the complaint for which you consulted so eminent a physician as Doctor Gambado?" Mr. Deuce hesitated.