"Listen for one moment," said Holford, a sudden idea striking him: "the queen leaves for Windsor the day after to-morrow—then will be the time to do what you require; and I can give you all the information you will want. At present nothing can be done—nothing; and if we stay here much longer we shall be discovered."
"Well," said the Resurrection Man; "provided that some good will result from your visit——"
"There will—there will."
"Then I must follow your advice; for of course you are better able to judge of what can be done and what can't be done in this crib, than me."
The Resurrection Man glanced around him; but fortunately there was no plate left upon the shelves on this occasion. Holford felt inwardly pleased at this circumstance; for the idea of abstracting anything beyond a morsel of food from the palace was abhorrent to his mind.
The Resurrection Man intimated that he was ready to depart; and the pot-boy was only too glad to be the means of hurrying him away.
They left the palace, and entered the gardens, which they threaded in safety. A profound silence reigned around: the morning air was chill and piercing. The fresh atmosphere was nevertheless most welcome and cheering to the young pot-boy, who had passed so many hours in close and heated rooms.
They reached the wall on Constitution Hill in safety, and in a few moments were beyond the enclosure of the royal domains.
CHAPTER LXI.
THE "BOOZING KEN" ONCE MORE.
MORNING dawned upon the great metropolis.