Amongst those who had hopes of gaining the reward was Cicero. He had come out of the ordeal of a public examination unscathed, and was now in the possession of his well-earned fifty pounds. Being anxious to remain in Heathton for the purpose of prosecuting his inquiries, he magnanimously forgave Mrs. Timber, and took up his quarters at the Good Samaritan. Now that he had money and paid his bill regularly, the good lady considered it politic to treat him with more civility, although, after the manner of women, she felt constrained to remind him, every now and again, of his former poverty. But these remarks did not affect Mr. Gramp in the least. He regarded her no more than if she had been a fly, and sailed about the village in a suit of new broadcloth and the best of tall hats, airing his eloquence. He became an attraction at the inn, and discoursed there every evening in fine style. Mrs. Warrender was much averse to his staying on at Heathton. She lived in constant dread lest the relationship between them should be discovered. But Cicero never mentioned it--nor did he ever mention her. Still, she felt doubtful, and one evening, on the plea that she wished to hear more of what he knew about her husband's murder, she sent for him. He arrived to find her in a low evening dress, glittering with diamonds, and looking very handsome--so handsome, indeed, that even he could not refrain from giving vent to his admiration. "Upon my word, you are a Juno, Clara Maria!" he said, when they were alone. "There is money in you yet!" "I know what you mean, Billy," replied the doctor's widow coldly, "but I'm not going on the stage again in burlesque or anything else." "How are you going to live?" he asked with brutal candor. "That's my business," retorted Mrs. Warrender. "I have enough to live on, even without selling my jewels. Perhaps I shall marry again." "I'm sure you will, Clara Maria. You always were a determined woman." "Hold your tongue, and tell me how much longer do you intend to disgrace me here?" "How can I tell you, if I am to hold my tongue?" said Cicero coolly. "As to staying here, I'm not disgracing you that I know of. No one knows you are my ungrateful sister." "Billy, if I wasn't a lady, I'd---- Ungrateful, indeed, you brute! Go away at once!" "No, Clara Maria, not till I find out who killed my brother-in-law. I never knew him," said Cicero, wiping away a tear; "but as his nearest relative, I must avenge him." "That won't do, Billy," said his sister sourly; "you only want the reward." "Both rewards, Clara Maria. With two thousand pounds I could be a gentleman for the rest of my life." "That you will never be." "I would do nothing----" "You never have, you lazy vagabond!" "Don't interrupt and insult me, Clara Maria, but work with me." "Work with you?" gasped Mrs. Warrender. "At what?"