BLACK LARRY 167 



He had just time to reach the nearest carriage 

 and jump in, when Moriarty, who had been 

 observing everything, interposed. 



" IVIr Giveen, sorr," cried Moriarty, protruding 

 his head and shoulders from the window of the 

 third-class carriage which was now in motion, 

 " Mr Giveen, sorr, here's the shilhn' I owe you." 



A shilHng fell on the platform at Mr Giveen's 

 feet. He stooped to grab it as it rolled in a 

 leisurely manner towards the booking-office door, 

 missed it, pursued it, and was lost. 



At least, he lost the train. 



Moriarty's profound of the psychology of the 

 horse often stood him in good stead when deahng 

 with higher animals — or lower. 



