He placed in the hand of his companion several sovereigns, which made the eyes of the gipsy glisten with pleasure.
“And is this for me? Am I to keep both notes and gold?”
“Yes; it will set you up for awhile.”
“You’re a downright good fellow, Charlie. Many thanks,” said Bill, pocketing the amount.
“And now you had better be off for the present. You can look round in the evening, if you like.”
“Yes, I will just drop in for an hour or so; so good-bye for the present.”
In about two hours after the gipsy had taken his departure, the well-known form of a detective was visible at the window of Peace’s workshop.
He tapped at the door, which Peace opened.
“You are busy. Can I come in?”
“Yes, come in, Mr. Stallard. What’s up now?” said Peace, carelessly, as he laid on the leaf gold to one of his frames.