"The guv'ner would like to have that specimen," said Tommy. "Yes," replied Bobsey. "I heard him say he'd give something for the body, to make a hexamination of it, but he didn't think as how the family would stand it." "Let's wrap it up in a blanket, and take it down the road." "What for?" "So that the old man may have a show at it." "Hi'm hagreeable," answered Bobsey, "only there'll be a jolly row about it, I hexpect." The idea was no sooner conceived than executed. Rolling a blanket round the body, the boys carried it out of the house without being perceived, and proceeded to the doctor's with their remarkable burden. They had not been gone long when the only son of Mr. Garretson, who had been telegraphed for, arrived in a cab. Sally opened the door, and recognizing him, at once said: "He's gone at last, sir." "So mother says in the dispatch. Where is mother now?" "She's feeling bad, upstairs, sir." "Then I won't disturb her at present. I'll take a look at it." By "it" the son meant the corpse. "It's in here, sir," said Sally, opening the door of the room, which the boys had so lately robbed of its contents. "I don't see anything," remarked the son. "Well, I never did! It was there just now!" cried Sally, in alarm. Young Garretson looked sternly at her. "There is something wrong about this!" he exclaimed; "explain it." Sally began to cry, and put the corner of her apron to her eyes. "Wretched girl!" he continued, shaking her arm, "what have you done with my father's body?" "I ain't done nothing; but"--her face brightened--"it might have been those two young varmints." "What two young varmints?" "Them as come from the doctor." "Dr. Slasher's boys?" "Yes, sir." "Have they been here?" "A few minutes ago. I let them in to see the deceased, and I'll swear the corpse was all right then." "Ha!" exclaimed the young man, "I see it all. This is an infamous plot on the part of the doctor to obtain the body of my esteemed and venerable parent for the purpose of dissection, but I'll frustrate it. Rouse the neighbors!" Young Garretson himself ran into the street, and was fortunate enough to meet with a policeman, to whom he related his suspicions. A crowd soon collected, and the news that the doctor had been stealing a body spread with great rapidity. Tommy and Bobsey managed to reach the house without molestation, entered by the surgery door, and saw Dr. Slasher looking over the pages of a medical book. "Well," said the doctor, "how is Mr. Garretson?" "He's come to answer for himself," replied Tommy. "Indeed! I wasn't aware that he would ever again be able to leave his bed," said the doctor, in astonishment. "'Ere he is!" cried Bobsey, undoing the blanket. "Why, what in the wide world is this?" asked the doctor, viewing the ghastly corpse. "We thought you wanted it, sir, and brought it along without anyone seeing it," said Tommy.