I told him that I had spent it on him.

He asked me how.

I said in trying to make him an honest man, and in repairing the results of his villainy.

He shrieked out a curse, and pulling something out of the breast of his coat--a loaded stick, I think--he struck me with it, and I remembered nothing more." "The blackguard!" cried the Doctor, "but the police must be hot upon his track." "I fancy not," Mrs.Westmacott answered calmly.

"As my brother is a particularly tall, thin man, and as the police are looking for a short, fat one, I do not think that it is very probable that they will catch him.