"I have advanced about twenty pounds of my own money on the bit I have on me. My own money, without allowing anything for work and labour done in the way of melting down, or for anxiety of mind, or for profit. If that little bit of yellow stuff could keep me awake of nights, I often wonder how the people that own the Bank of England can sleep at all." "They hire a guard of soldiers to sleep for them in the Bank every night." "Eh, sir?" "Hah! Nothing. Now you understand why I did not ask you into my place and take the alloy. We must wait a little yet. We must wait until I can light upon an honest man to work up the result of our great chemical discovery. I hope by this day week to be able to give you good and final news. In the meantime the ore is safe with you." "I'm sure I'm truly grateful to you, sir." "What greater delight can a person have than helping an honest man to protect himself against business wretches who are little better than thieves?" "Eh?" "Hah! Nothing. Give me a week. This day week at the same hour and at the same place." "Very good. I shall be there." An empty hansom was passing. Leigh whistled and held up his hand to the driver. Suddenly both he and Timmons started, a long clang came from the other side of the railings. "'Tisn't the last Trumpet for the tenants of these holdings," said Leigh, pointing his long, skinny, yellow, hairy hand at the graves. "It's the clock striking the quarter-past twelve. Good-night." "Good-night," said Timmons, in a tone of reserve and suspicion. He was far from clear as to what he thought of the little man now bowling along down the road in the hansom. Yes, this man was quite beyond him. Whether the whole thing was a solemn farce or not he could not determine. This man talked fifty to the dozen, at least fifty to the dozen. Timmons touched his belt. Ay, the gold was there sure enough. That was a consolation anyway, but---- He shook his head, and set out to walk the whole way back to the dim, dingy street off the Borough Road, where he had a bed-room in which he spent no part of his time but the hours of sleep. CHAPTER XXIII. AN EARLY VISITOR TO TIMMONS.