"And what does that grunt mean, I should like to know? I believe you've begun to suspect the poor man already, without seeing him." "I don't say I have. But a man can pick up strange people in London." "Pat, you're perfectly awful. I believe you suspect every one you meet. What do you suspect me of, I wonder?" "That's easy answered," said McEachern. "Robbery from the person." "What have I stolen?" "Me heart, me dear," replied McEachern gallantly, with a vast grin. "After that," said his wife, "I think I had better go. I had no idea you could make such pretty speeches. Pat!" "Well, me dear?" "Don't send for that detective. It really wouldn't do. If it got about that we couldn't trust our guests, we should never live it down. You won't, will you?" "Very well, me dear." What followed may afford some slight clue to the secret of Mr. Patrick McEachern's rise in the world. It certainly suggests singleness of purpose, which is one of the essentials of success. No sooner had the door closed behind Lady Jane than he went to his writing table, took pen and paper, and wrote the following letter: _To the Manager, Wragge's Detective Agency,_ _Holborn Bars, London, E. C._ Sir: With ref'ce to my last of the 28th ult., I should be glad if you would send down immediately one of your best men. Am making arrangements to receive him. Shall be glad if you will instruct him as follows, viz. (a) that he shall stay at the village inn in character of American seeing sights of England and anxious to inspect the abbey; (b) that he shall call and ask to see me. I shall then recognize him as old New York friend, and move his baggage from above inn to the abbey. Yours faithfully, P. McEACHERN. P.S.--Kindly not send a rube, but a real smart man. This brief but pregnant letter cost him some pains in its composition. He was not a ready writer. But he completed it at last to his satisfaction. There was a crisp purity in the style which pleased him. He read it over, and put in a couple of commas. Then he placed it in an envelope, and lit another cigar. CHAPTER IV. Jimmy's acquaintance with Spennie Blunt had developed rapidly in the few days following their first meeting. Spennie had called next morning to repay the loan, and two days later had invited Jimmy to come down to Shropshire with him. Which invitation, Jimmy, bored with London, had readily accepted. Spike he had decided to take with him in the rôle of valet. The Bowery boy was probably less fitted for the post than any one has ever been since the world began; but it would not do to leave him at Savoy Mansions.