got up into Fenchurch-street, and through Billiter-Lane into Leadenhall-street, and from thence into Leadenhall-market.
It was not a meat-market day, so we had room to sit down upon one of the butcher's stalls, and he bid me lug out. What he had given me was a little leather letter-case, with a French almanack stuck in the inside of it, and a great many papers in it of several kinds.
We looked them over, and found there was several valuable bills in it, such as bills of exchange, and other notes, things I did not understand; but among the rest was a goldsmith's note, as he called it, of one sir Stephen Evans, for L.300, payable to the bearer, and at demand; besides this, there was another note for L.12, 10s. being a goldsmith's bill too, but I forget the name; there was a bill or two also written in French, which neither of us understood, but which it seems were things of value, being called foreign bills accepted.
The rogue, my master, knew what belonged to the goldsmith's bills well enough, and I observed, when he read the bill of sir Stephen, he said, this is too big for me to meddle with; but when he came to the bill L.12 10s. he said to me, this will do, come hither, Jack; so away he runs to Lombard-street, and I after him, huddling the other papers into the letter-case. As he went along, he
