“Yes, it would be better for you to do so.”
“You see, we are not at all busy at the factory,” said Bessie; “and I can be well spared, for a short time at all events.”
“It does not appear to me that they are busy anywhere,” observed her companion. “I shall not remain much longer in this town, but return to London before next week is over. Have you heard or seen anything of the fiddler?”
He alluded to Peace, whom he had, since the night of the concert, invariably designated as the fiddler.
“I have not heard from him lately,” answered Bessie, carelessly.
The gentleman smiled, but made no further inquiries.
Bessie now took her departure, and bent her steps in the direction of the bank. Upon presenting the cheque, she elected to take the amount in gold.
She then returned to her aunt’s residence, and made Mrs. Bristow acquainted with the successful nature of her expedition.
In a few days after this the two women started off for the metropolis.
[2] The concealment of notes to a large amount betweeen the plate and back board of a looking-glass is true in substance and in fact. A case similar to the one described came under the writer’s own knowledge. Many years ago, in Cheshire, a woman in a humble position of life accidentally broke a looking-glass which she had had in her possession for very many years. To her infinite surprise she discovered a number of bank-notes, concealed at its back. The case attracted considerable attention at the time, and she handed the property so found over to the stipendiary magistrates, who ultimately decided that the property so found was hers, and the notes were consequently returned to her. There are many persons now living who can attest to the truth of this statement, which proves the oft-repeated adage that “truth is strange—stranger than fiction.”