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dodges ! I don't believe a word of your tale." 



"But see, sir," says Wright. "Here are 

 the bits of shell belonging to the rotten eggs." 



" I don't believe a word you say, Wright," 

 persisted Mr. Fuller. "It's only another of 

 your sandy rabbit tricks. John would not have 

 been so sharp as to put rotten eggs into a nest." 



So, off went Mr. Fuller, leaving Harry 

 crestfallen. 



Before Mr. Fuller could summon him, Wright 

 sloped off to London and got into the City 

 Police. He could not put up with the neigh- 

 bours' chaff, such as : — 



" How about those rotten eggs, Harry? did 

 young Jack give you a Sunday breakfast off 

 rotten eggs ? how did your sweetheart and 

 Harding like the breakfast, Harry ? " 



So Harry made a bolt of it. 



Hardin tr didn't hear the last of it for some 

 time, being often asked how he liked his 

 Sunday treat of rotten eggs that ' young 

 Lukey ' treated him to. My real name is John, 

 but father's name being Luke, people often 

 called me 'young Lukey.' 



