there are constant mistakes about them," said Mr. Wetherall.
"But it's being ill directed wouldn't account for its getting under your parlour grate," returned Mr. Lyon, "it certainly was not directed there."
"No, it wouldn't account for that, certainly," answered Mr. Wetherall.
"Nor for its coming to the house at all, you know, when it was legibly directed to Parliament Street."
"No, it wouldn't," said Mr. Wetherall.
"I hope there was no money in it," observed Mr. Lyon.
"I dare say not," replied Mr. Wetherall. "Nobody said there was, did they?"
"I believe not," answered Mr. Lyon, "but we shall hear more on the subject, no doubt. But I must step out now, for I'm late, so good by."
When Mr. Lyon left him, Mr. Wetherall was very near his office, but instead of going straight towards it he turned down towards Cheapside. He wanted a little time to compose his countenance and his demeanour before he presented himself to what he now apprehended would be the scrutinizing eyes of his
