I DECIDE UPON HONESTY AS THE BEST POLICY, AND WHAT IS MORE STRANGE, RECEIVE LEGAL ADVICE UPON THIS IMPORTANT POINT. Timothy and I burst into laughter. "Really, Timothy," observed I, "it appears that very little art is necessary to deceive the world, for in every instance they will deceive themselves. The Jew is off my conscience, at all events, and now he never will be paid, until--" "Until when, Japhet?" "Until I find out my father," replied I. "Everything is put off till that time arrives, I observe," said Timothy. "Other people will soon be as interested in the search as yourself." "I wish they were; unfortunately it is a secret, which cannot be divulged." A ring at the bell called Timothy down stairs; he returned with a letter, it was from Lord Windermear, and ran as follows:-- "My dear Newland,--I have been thinking about you ever since you left me this morning, and as you appear resolved to prosecute your search, it has occurred to me that you should go about it in a more systematic way. I do not mean to say that what I now propose will prove of any advantage to you, but still it may, as you will have a very old, and very clever head to advise with. I refer to Mr Masterton, my legal adviser, from whom you had the papers which led to our first acquaintance. He is aware that you were (I beg your pardon) an impostor, as he has since seen Mr Estcourt. The letter enclosed is for him, and with that in your hand you may face him boldly, and I have no doubt but that he will assist you all in his power, and put you to no expense. Narrate your whole history to him, and then you will hear what he may propose. He has many secrets, much more important than yours. Wishing you every success that your perseverance deserves, Believe me,-- "Yours very truly,-- "Windermear." "I believe the advice to be good," said I, after reading the letter. "I am myself at fault, and hardly know how to proceed. I think I will go at once to the old gentleman, Timothy." "It can do no harm, if it does no good. Two heads are better than one," replied Timothy. "Some secrets are too well kept, and deserting a child is one of those which is confided but to few." "By-the-by, Timothy, here have I been, more than so many years out of the Foundling Hospital, and have never yet inquired if anyone has ever been to reclaim me." "Very true; and I think I'll step myself to the workhouse, at Saint Bridget's, and ask whether anyone has asked about me," replied Timothy, with a grin. "There is another thing that I have neglected," observed I, "which is, to inquire at the address in Coleman Street, if there is any letter from Melchior." "I have often thought of him," replied Timothy. "I wonder who he can be--there is another mystery there. I wonder whether we shall ever fall in with him again--and Nattee, too?" "There's no saying, Timothy. I wonder where that poor fool, Philotas, and our friend Jumbo, are now?"