"Vot odds vot a cove's number is?" says Cabby. "Tell 'em to make 'aste out." Now Cabby is not a member of the Bonded Brotherhood, for he has had two "goes" of gin since eight o'clock, and would have liked another--"only it runs away with the brass"; and if this were known he would probably lose his fare, although he has been sitting so long in the driving sleet or rain, and Dives, jun, has imbibed two or three glasses of sherry, three of champagne, and as many of port, during dinner and dessert. The ricketty door of the vehicle is opened; the glass let down; dragged up again; and then, with a bang which threatens to dislocate every joint in the old cab's body, the door is closed, the box mounted, when rattling and jangling, off goes the licensed carriage to deposit its freight. Distance two miles, barely, time nearly midnight; what wonder that after a bad day our dinner companion pockets his "bob" with a growl, and sullenly mounts his box to seek a fairer fare? CHAPTER ELEVEN. K9'S ADVENTURE. One of the great peculiarities of the policeman is his head. Now, I do not mean that his head differs from the small or large capital at the head of most articles; but I allude to the use he makes of that important appendage to the human body. A nod is said to be as good as a wink to a blind horse; but leaving blind horses out of the question, the policeman's nod is a great deal better than his wink. There is a majesty about one of his wags of the head that is sun-like in its powers; for as the snow dissolves, so melts away the crowd before that simple act. It would be a matter of no small difficulty to reduce the workings of his head to rule, on account of the vast number of exceptions which would intrude; but in spite of the attendant difficulties, I have learned something from my friend of the bracelet. What most men would do by a wave of the hand, Bobby does waggishly--that is to say, by means of his head. What one would do in a pointed manner with one's finger, again, K9 performs with his head. If any ordinary being wished to eject an intruder from his premises he would give tongue--that is to say, not snarl or bark, but tell him to go in a very fierce tone of voice; but again, a wag of our friend's head does the duty, and far more effectually. In short, the nod of emperor or king is not one half so potent in the upper regions of society as that of K9 with the people.