"It may have something in it about what Jauncy was telling me of," he said; and his search was rewarded by the following paragraph:-- "DARING CAPTURE OF BURGLARS IN BLOOMSBURY.--On the night of Friday, the --th, Police-constable Yorke, B 954, while on duty, in the course of one of his rounds, discovered two men, in a fainting condition and covered with blood, which was apparently flowing from sundry wounds upon their persons, lying against the railings of Queen Square. Being unable to give any coherent account of themselves, and housebreaking implements being found in their possession, they were at once removed to the Bow Street Station, where, the charge having been entered against them, they were recognized by a member of the force as two notorious housebreakers who have long been 'wanted' in connection with the Camberwell burglary, in which, as will be remembered, an officer lost his life." The paragraph went on to give their names and sundry other details, and concluded with a sentence which plunged Leander into fresh torments:-- "In spite of the usual caution, both prisoners insisted upon volunteering a statement, the exact nature of which has not yet transpired, but which is believed to have reference to another equally mysterious outrage--the theft of the famous Venus from the Wricklesmarsh Collection--and is understood to divert suspicion into a hitherto unsuspected channel." What could this mean, if not that those villains, smarting under their second failure, had denounced him in revenge? He tried to persuade himself that the passage would bear any other construction, but not very successfully. "If they have brought _me_ in," he thought, and it was his only gleam of consolation, "I should have heard of it before this." And even this gleam vanished as a sharp knocking was heard below; and, descending to open the door, he found his visitor to be Inspector Bilbow. "Evening, Tweddle," said the Inspector, quietly. "I've come to have another little talk with you." Leander thought he would play his part till it became quite hopeless. "Proud to see you, Mr. Inspector," he said. "Will you walk into my saloon? and I'll light the gas for you." "No, don't you trouble yourself," said the terrible man. "I'll walk upstairs where you're sitting yourself, if you've no objections." Leander dared not make any, and he ushered the detective upstairs accordingly. "Ha!" said the latter, throwing a quick eye round the little room. "Nice little crib you've got here. Keep everything you want on the premises, eh? Find those cupboards very convenient, I dare say?" "Very," said Leander (like the innocent Joseph Surface that he was); "oh, very convenient, sir." He tried to keep his eyes from resting too consciously upon the fatal door that held his secret. "Keep your coal and your wine and spirits there?" said the detective. (Was he watching his countenance, or not?) "Y--yes," said Leander; "leastways, in one of them. Will you take anything, sir?"