"I told yer he was a bilk. You look after your spoons, Thomas; I
expect that's wot he's come for. Now you find that bob, Sonny, or I
fetches the perlice."

Then an inspiration flashed on Godfrey's bewildered mind. Suddenly he
recollected that, by the direction of heaven, Mrs. Parsons had sewn a
ten shilling piece into the lining of his waistcoat, "in case he
should ever want any money sudden-like." He undid that garment and
heedless of the mockery of the audience, began to feel wildly at its
interior calico. Joy! there it was in the lefthand corner.

"I have money here if only I can get it out," he gasped.

A woman in the gathering crowd, perhaps from pity, or curiosity, in
the most unexpected way produced a pair of scissors from her pocket
with which he began to hack at the waistcoat, gashing it sadly. At
length the job was done and the half-sovereign appeared wrapped in a
piece of cotton wool.

"Take it," said Godfrey, "and go away. Let it teach you to have more
trust in your fellow creatures, Mr. Cabman."

The man seized the coin, examined it by the light of his lamp, tasted
it, bit it, threw it on the top of the cab to see that it rang true,
then with a "Well, I'm blowed!" whipped up his horse and went off.

Godfrey followed his example, as the flunkeys and the audience
supposed to recover his change, though the last thing he was thinking
of at that moment was change--except of locality. He ran a hundred