Tiny says to himself: "Strike me pink, I must see into this 'ere matter, or bust! " He'd got his slap-up togs on—you know what a toff he used to be—so he hangs about till most of the family had gone out, aud then he walks in and rings the front door bell,»and asks the slavey if she could give him a glass of water, 'co3 he feels faint ! She was pretty lly, though, she was—and She calls another maid, who fetches it, while the first one kep' a' eye on Tiny—which he had to drink all that beastly water when it came. However, he couldn't get on much with either of 'em, though they were both nice-looking pieces, but a bit haughty. So he thanks them, and goes away and tells me. We talked the whole thiug over, and a few nights afterwards went out and had a look round the place. When the slop had passed on his beat we dodged inside the gar den, and Tiny kep' watcii while I tried all the windows—but old H knows how to take care of his property, and the windows wa3 all barred and lined with sheet iron, and Tiny noticed the day he called as the front door was all studded inside with them beastly broad-headed nails as snap a centre bit liko glass. So we watched the sl.>p out of sight again, and come away and left it. About three weeks after Tiny came to my room in Short's Garden?, and says: "Matey, I've been thinking about that job in Avenue road, and 1 think we can manage it—old H 's crib, you kuow " he says, for I'd forgotten all about it. "Oh,'" I says, "have yon squared the slaver, then ? "—for the place was so strong it seemed to me as if it must be a put-up job if 'twas done at all. " Slavey be hanged," says he. " I've got a better plan than slaveys. They've gone away—all the bloomin' lot of 'em. I 'appened to he at Waterloo yesterday morning, and I fee their luggage—enough to till a Pick ford— labelled Bournemouth. I hung about the booking office till I hear old H— ask for • three firsts, Bournemouth,' and I see them all off. 