FOR FELONY Late in the afternoon of the day following the encounter in Bloomsbury Square, a little group of excited loiterers filled the entrance and passage way at 59 Bradwell Street, the former lodgings of the two young gentlemen from Scotland.

The motley assemblage seemed for the most part to make merry at the expense of a certain messenger boy, who bore a long wicker box, which presently he shifted from his shoulder to a more convenient resting place on the curb.
"Do 'ee but look at un," said one ancient dame.

"He! he! Hath a parcel of fine clothes for the tall gentleman was up in third floor! He! he! Clothes for Mr.Law, indeed!" "Fine clothes, eh ?" cried another, a portly dame of certain years.

"Much fine clothes he'll need where he'm gone." "Yes, indeed, that he will na.

Bad luck 'twas to Mary Cullen as took un into her house.