Yet what could they devise? If they swore between them another debt, my patron Jenny promised to provide me with the help of a lawyer. What else could they do? It is a most miserable feeling that someone in the world is plotting your destruction, you know not how. However, on Sunday afternoon--it was in November, when the days are already short, we had a visit from my father's old clerk, Ramage. He was restless in his manner: he was evidently in some anxiety of mind. After a few words he began: 'Mr. Will,' he said, 'I have much to say. I have come, I fear, to tell you something that will make you uneasy.' 'I will leave you alone,' said Alice, taking up the child. 'No, Madam, no, I would rather that you heard. You may advise. Oh! Madam, I never thought the day would come that I should reveal my master's secrets. I eat his bread; I take his wages: and I am come here to betray his most private affairs.' 'Then do not betray them, Mr. Ramage,' said Alice. 'Follow your own conscience.' 'It ought to be your bread and your wages, Mr. Will, and would have been but for tales and inventions. Sir, in a word, there is villainy afloat----' 'What kind of villainy?' 'I know all they do. Sir, there is that sum of one hundred thousand pounds in the hands of trustees, payable to the survivor of you two. That is the bottom of the whole villainy. Well, they are mad to make you sell your chance.' 'I know that.' 'Mr. Matthew, more than a year ago, offered Mr. Probus a thousand pounds if he could persuade you to sell it for three thousand.' 'That is why he was so eager.' This was exactly how Jenny read the business. 'Yes, he reported that you would not sell, he said that if it was made worth his while, he would find a way to make you.' 'That is why he put me in the King's Bench, I suppose?' 'That was agreed upon between them. Sir, if ever there was an infamous conspiracy, this was one. Probus invented it. He said that he would keep you there till you rotted; he said that when you had been there four or five months you would be glad to get out on any terms. You were there for a year or more. Probus sent people to report how you were looking. He told Mr. Matthew with sorrow that you were looking strong and hearty. Then you were taken out. They were furious. They knew not who was the friend. An attorney named Dewberry had done it. That was all they could find out. I know not what this Mr. Dewberry said to Mr. Probus, but certain I am that they will not try that plan any more.' 'I am glad to hear so much.' 'Mr. Will, there is more behind. I know very well what goes on, I say. A little while after the death of your father, when the Alderman retired and Mr. Matthew was left sole active partner, he began to borrow money of Mr. Probus, who came often to see him. I could hear all they said from my desk in the corner of the outer counting-house.' 'Ay! Ay! I remember your desk.'