"Number 930 '" he repeated, with another searching glance, "ah' well, come on." "Thanks, very much," I answered. And we set forth. The road was pretty dark, alongside the wharves, and it got darker and more dismal as we went on. "You don't light your city very bril haiiitlv," I observed. We had by this time reached a par ticularly dark spot, beyond what, I afterwards discovered, was the "Hole m the Wall." The words were hardly out of my mouth before my companion sud denly threw his arm round me and tripped me backwards, so that I fell. Like lightning he made a grab at mv valise Taken wholly by surprise, I wasi at his mercy, and as I regained mv feet I cried out fiercely "You infernal scondrel'" But he had bolted. There was not a soul about, and I was in a pretty plight. I looked round, and darted off up a lane where I thought I had seen my treacherous guide disappear. At the top, I found myself in a crowded, but narrow, street. A constable was standing there, looking on at some street musicians "Constable !" I exclaimed, breathless ly, "I've been robbed. Didn't you see a man bolting up here, vwth a bag in his hand?" The officer looked at me curiously. "Divil a wan I see," he answered. "Where are ye from?" "I'm just landed from the steamer from Sydney," I answered. "I had a valise m my hand, and some scoundrel that I asked to direct me to Cuba street, knocked me down in a dark place, and took my bag." "Sure, he'd be pretty smart to get the better of a Sydney boy," he replied, with a grin. "But ye'd better come up and see the Inspecthor." And away we tramped. "Are you thirsty 9" I asked my com panion, when I had recovered myself a little. "Thirsty, is ut ?" he answered, with a grin , "sure, I'm as dhry as a bone — but it's the uniform, d'ye moind me?" hp added, in a lower voice. "Oh, I see," I said, "but you know your way about, surely. 