[Again, the reader perceives, he gave Tilda undeserved credit; but always in this world the Arthur Miles's will be left out of account by men of business, to upset again and again their calculations.] "So," he continued, "there's no need for you to be running and sending telegrams to folks there to chivvy 'em. Take the next train home and pick up the credit yourself." "Mr. Hucks," said Miss Sally after a pause, "you are a remarkable man. I am half inclined to believe you; and if you should prove to be right, I shall not know how to repay you." "Well," said Mr. Hucks, "it seems likely I've helped, after all. I'm not pressing for payment; though, as between persons of business, I'm glad you mention it." "If these children are recovered, you shall name any price in reason. But there is another matter in which you can help me, I hope. I want admission to Glasson's Orphanage." "The 'Oly Innocents? It goes by nomination, and I'm not a subscriber," said Mr. Hucks with a grin, which Miss Sally ignored. "Will it be enough if I call and ask to be shown over the institution?" "Quite enough--to get the door slammed in your face." "Well, I mean to have a look inside, even though I get you to put me in a sack and lower me into the coal-cellar." "That's an idea, though," said Mr. Hucks rising. He went to the door and, stepping into the yard, emitted a loud roar like the bellow of a bull. Apparently it was his method of telephoning to his employees. After a moment a distant voice called back, "Aye, aye, boss!" "Where's Sam Bossom?" "In the stables." "Then send him along here, and tell him to look sharp. He's the man for our job," explained Mr. Hucks, returning to the counting-house; "and maybe you'll like to make his acquaintance, too, after what you've 'eard." "Before he comes I should like even better to hear your plan of campaign; for it seems that you have one." "I have; but it being what you might call a trifle 'igh-'anded, I wasn't proposin' to drag a lady into it--leastways, not to make her an accomplice before the fac'." "I'll risk that," she assured him. "Well, you see, Glasson owes me for coal; thirteen ten on the last lot delivered, and six pounds owin' before that--total nineteen ten. I warned him he'd got the last lot out o' me by a trick; an' I'm goin' to send Sam to see if there's a chance to recover it. That'll be by the back way--same as the children got out. Eh? Here's the man," he wound up as Sam Bossom's honest face appeared in the doorway. "Good morning, Mr. Bossom." Miss Sally held out a hand. "I'm proud to make your acquaintance." "Thank ye, ma'am." Sam looked at the hand, but rubbed his own up and down the seat of his trousers. "What for, if it's not makin' too bold?" "The lady here," explained Mr. Hucks, "is a friend of two children that broke out of 'Oly Innocents t'other day--as it maybe you'll remember. What's more, she 's brought news o' them."