Now, cut it short; have you seen him, and
where does he live?"
"I came then to gain information, not to give it," said
Morley. "I had a friend who wished much to see this
gentleman--"
"He ayn't no gentleman," said the Bishop; "he's my brother:
but I tell you what, I'll do something for him now. I'm cock
of the walk you see, and that's a sort of thing that don't
come twice in a man's life. One should feel for one's flesh
and blood, and if I find him out I'll make his fortune, or my
name is not Simon Hatton."
The creator and counsellor of peers started in his chair and
turned pale. A look was interchanged between him and Morley
which revealed their mutual thoughts, and the great antiquary-
-looking at the Liberator with a glance of blended terror and
disgust--walked away to the window.
"Suppose you put an advertisement in your paper," continued
the Bishop. "I know a traveller who lost his keys at the Yard
and got them back again by those same means. Go on
advertising till you find him, and my prime minister and
principal doggy here shall give you an order on the town
council for your expenses.
Morley bowed his thanks in silence.
The Bishop continued--"What's the name of the man who has got
the big mill here, about three mile off, who won't stop his
works and ducked my men this morning with his engines.
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