And I'm told now the guardian and niece are soon going over to London to deposit all the papers that Simpson brought home and to do 'a turn' at Doctor's Commons.

Now's your very time--the dark of the moon.

Better cut your job and come over to me at Granville; and why can we not turn the place up-while they are away?
To do that, we must do Simpson 'for fair,' and I now know his nightly trail.

Send money, plenty of it, and come on.

I am 'on the beachcomber's lay,' now, down at the Jersey Arms, Rozel Pier.