"Now I don't believe you remember it," said Matt; "but I happened to hear it, and I'll write it down. Now, look here;" and he brought out his old, ragged memorandum-book and the lead-pencil stump; and then, using the crown of his hat for a desk, he wrote down the address carefully, tore out half a leaf, and gave it to the girl. "There, my lass," he said, "take my advice, and go there; and now I want you to let me have that Bible." "What for?" and the girl looked wonderingly at him. "It's a whim of mine, that's all," said Matt. "But you'll--" He paused, for a hand was laid upon his shoulder, and turning round he stood face to face with the juryman who had spoken to the girl. "What paper was that you gave to the girl?" he said roughly. "The one you ought to have given," said Matt, resenting the question, and the tone of voice in which it was asked. "What do you mean?" said the stranger. Old Matt was weak and ill, or he would have retorted angrily; but he only said, "An address." "What address?" said the juryman dubiously. "Well, then, yours, if you must know," said Matt. The juryman looked keenly at the old printer, who met his gaze without flinching. "It was easy to remember," said the former. "I know that," said Matt, "but I thought she'd forget; and you seemed to mean well by the poor lass. I watched you, sir, at the inquest." "God knows I do, my man," said the juryman softly; "and I ask your pardon for playing the spy; for I must confess to having had my doubts of you." "It's all right, sir; and we can cry quits," said Matt. "I had my doubts, too; and was in two minds about writing down the address; but if you can do anything towards saving the country the cost of another inquest, for God's sake do. No, thank you, sir; I don't want your money. I don't like taking it where I haven't earned it. It's a weak point of mine, and has stood in the way of my comfort more than once: and I'm old now, sir, and can't break myself of bad habits. Good-day, sir." The juryman smiled as they parted, and old Matt hurried off talking to himself; for the girl had disappeared while he had been detained. "I want to see that Bible," he muttered, "and he's hindered me dreadfully. But, yes; no; yes; that's her; there she is," and he shuffled on after a slight figure he saw crossing the road, some distance down the street. "Hang the folks, how they do get in your way when you're in a hurry," he growled. "Now, stoopid, which way is it to be?" And then he hurried and panted along to overtake the retreating figure, which had again disappeared. Dodging amongst the vehicles he encountered, he crossed the road, pressing on, with everyone he met apparently resenting his hurry, till passing a turning, he looked down, to see the figure he had followed nearly at the bottom.