While out with the gipsy his attention was attracted to a handsome residence situated in the neighbourhood of Denmark-hill.
He noticed the place, and as he did so promised himself the pleasure of paying it a visit at no distant day, or rather night.
The gipsy, who had noticed the attention he had given to the house, pointed with his whip to the habitation in question and said, jocularily—
“The very place for you, old man—eh?”
Peace nodded.
“It’s a tempting-looking crib, I must confess,” he murmured.
“And is occupied by some wealthy bloke, I’ll wager,” said the gipsy.
“Oh, I dare say. No doubt.”
“I aint good at that sort of business, but I’ll drive you here any night you like, and wait for you with the trap till the job’s done. Of course for a consideration,” observed the gipsy, with great gravity; “business is business all the world over.”
“You shan’t go unrewarded, Bill.”