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irritable that even the dreaded Purkiss will be quenched, 

 and the Rum Lady remain unheard. 



On mature reflection, it occurs to me that Mr. Sharply is 

 the right man in the right place, and his brisk method of 

 sifting the Wheat from the intolerable amount of Chaff, is, 

 on the whole, beneficial to the public. 



The following day my Aunt comes down to see me. 

 She brings with her all the day's newspapers. The Case 

 has not been reported in any one of them. She is in con- 

 sequence ver}' much disappointed. " If," she says, " I had 

 lost it, you may depend upon it all London would have been 

 reading about it now."' 



She begs me to take up the study of the Law, and has 

 the happiness to announce that her solicitor has written to 

 her to say that the Legacy will be duly paid on a certain 

 day, but that he must request the favour of an interview. 



" If," she adds, as she steps into her fly, " this leads to any 

 Chancery suit, I will tell my solicitor that he had better 

 come to you." 



I thank her, and determine to look up the subject, gene- 

 rally, in the interim. However, so ends my Aunt's great 

 Police Case, and I have as yet had no intimation of an im.- 

 pending Chancery suit. 



