“Have you any idea what hold Peter has upon the gent?” I asked, after a pause to think. Dick bestowed upon me one of the most superlatively cunning winks that humanity could create. “I’ve an idea,” he curtly answered. “Well, what is its nature?” “Look here, M^cGovan, you’re a detective, and pretty fly, but you don’t come it over me so easy,” he retorted sharply, but without any anger. “I’ll swop secrets with you, there! Nothing could be fairer, could it? You find out the gent’s name and address and gi’ me them, and then I’ll tell you what hold Peter has on him.” “Is it anything in connection with that hold which is to book Peter for twenty years,” I quietly continued. “Oh, no; that’s a different affair altogether—a job Peter did years ago down in Sunderland. I was there at the time, and know all about it, and I’m the only one who has the real tip in his hands.” “Why are you so anxious to get rid of Peter?” I presently inquired. “Have you quarrelled?” “No, not exactly, but Peter cheated me out of half-a-crown months ago, and I’ve never forgotten it, nor never will.” Half-a-crown! fancy a man being threatened with twenty years’ entombment—probably the whole term of his life—through cheating a companion out of a miserable half-crown! If Peter had only known that a spider-devourer was on his track, would he not have hastened to place a whole heap of half-crowns at his enemy’s disposal, and have abjectly craved his pardon as well? I took the proposal of Dick to _avizandum_; and shortly decided to let him have the desired information. I had first paid a visit to Mr Bannister, and found him not only willing but eager to pay twenty pounds to any one who would give such information as would lead to Peter’s incarceration, conditionally, of course, that his name did not appear in the case. I made no conditions, but allowed Dick to settle his own terms. Before I gave him Mr Bannister’s name and address, I insisted on being told what hold Peter had on that gentleman, when Dick readily answered— “Do you know Bell Diamond—she who’s said to be Peter’s sister, though her name’s different? Well, I don’t know all the outs and ins of it, but Bell is said to be that gent’s real and lawful wife.” “Never!” “A fact, I believe. Peter’s got all the papers somewhere to prove it. They were married quite young—twenty years ago, at least—when Bell wasn’t such a harridan as she looks now.”