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feet again. The following day I was waiting 

 for my train on the platform at Charing Cross, 

 when a nondescript kind of individual sidled 

 up to me, and with a sad sort of smile on his 

 face, exclaimed — 



" How de do, sir ?, Hope you're w^ell. You 

 don't seem to know me, but I know you well 

 enough." 



" The deuce you do," thought I to myself 

 And then I racked my ])rain to solve the pro- 

 blem of whether this was one of my rescuers at 

 the fatal " ditch fence," or a witness I'd insulted 

 in cross-examination, and who was now about 

 to punch my head. I dared not say much for 

 fear of " giving myself away." It would never 

 do for a " Counsel learned in the law," still 

 less for a Deputy-Judge, to confess to any- 

 thing so frivolous as riding in silk. So I 

 " laid low," saying nothing, but indulging in 

 the safe investment of a smile. 



" Last saw you, sir, in a very different place 

 to this," he went on. 



" He means a race-course," I thought, and 

 then ventured to reply — 



