To-morrow or any other day until further notice, you and I meet as strangers in public.

By the way, Mr.Furneaux asked me to tell you that he found the wig and the false beard in the river early this morning.

The wearer had apparently flung them off while crossing the foot-bridge leading from Bush Walk, having forgotten that they would not sink readily.

Perhaps he didn't care.

At any rate, Mr.Hart's bullet seems to have laid Owd Ben's ghost.