robberies. Those are comprehensible enough, if he is unsuspected. But how has he consecutively made me have his height, build, complexion, eyes, hair, clothes, and cut, and—and even the articles he stole? I tell you I am positively ready to believe that I'm a Dr. Jekyll with a Mr. Hyde whom you don't know. How you believe in me still," he turned about with wondering admiration, "is beyond me!"
"Oh, I!" the girl began teasing. "I—"
"Twelve hundred shillings—once! Twice! For the last time, gentlemen, I give you option upon this most certain chance in the best and last pool of the voyage. Twelve hundred shillings—three times! Sold! High field sold to Mr. Dunneston for twelve hundred shillings! Thank you. May you win the pool to-morrow, sir, and at last keep it from Mr. Manling!"
"Listen!" the girl interrupted herself. "Mr. Dunneston has bought high field—which always wins. What does that mean?"
"Old Dunneston's bought it?" Preston started up gladly. "Well, I hope he'll win
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